When I first moved to Vancouver to go to University, I stayed with my mom's best friend while I looked for a permanent place, but it was tough to find a place. Accommodations were ridiculously expensive. I didn't have a lot to spend. I had won a $10 000 scholarship but fees ate up a huge chunk of that. My mom and dad were divorced, but he was sending me $500 a month, and my mom was kicking in another $200, but most places I looked at were in the $800 range just for a bed-sitter.

Eventually I saw an ad in Xtra! West:

The ad didn't give a location or a price or even how many were sharing, but I hand-delivered a reply which included my first name and my cell number to the Xtra! offices right away. That same evening I got a call from the guy who was advertising.

First thing he asked was: "You are gay, aren't you?"

When I assured him that I was, he introduced himself as Eric, and told me about the apartment. It was on the top floor of an older 3-storey house in the West End, that it had 2 large bedrooms, a living-room, separate kitchen, bathroom, and a street balcony. The rent was $1500 a month, but that included Hydro and gas. Cable TV was extra. If I moved In there would be five guys sharing the rent, so my share would be $300 a month, but that it might vary according to how many guys were staying there in any month. The most guys would be six, and the least was usually four.

He then asked me a few things about myself, such as my age – which was seventeen, what I did for a living, and so on. When I told him I was an unemployed student, hoping to find some part-time work, he said that they might be able to help me find some.

I agreed to go take a look at the place that same night. It was only a short bus ride from my "aunt's" place across the river in Kits.

I found the building with not too much trouble. It was squeezed in by high-rises not far from English Bay. I climbed the wooden stairs on knocked on the of Number 10, one of the four apartments on the top floor.

Eric answered the door. I could see him sizing me up, and deciding he liked what he saw. I was young, sure, but I was not a country bumpkin, a goggle-eyed nerd, or an obese drooler.

"Come on in, Dave," he said. "I'm Eric. These guys are Jason One and Jason Two," he added, pointing at two very different guys – one dark and one blonde – lounging on the chesterfield, watching TV. "Hey, guys, this is Dave.

The two glanced at me with disinterest, waved their hands, and went back to watching some reality show. Eric showed me round.

The place was large, at one time having been a single family mansion, now subdivided into apartments. Each of the two large bedrooms easily fitted in two beds – a double and a queen – and three chests of drawers. There was also a large built-in closet in each.

"Right now, the two Jasons are sleeping together, and so am I and Jimmy – he's at work right now – so if you move in, you can have your choice of either of the double beds. Either one, you will have to get used to noises in the night." He winked at me. "But things change all the time here. There's another guy already answered the ad, too, but he can't view till tomorrow."

"When can I move in? " I asked.

"Tomorrow, if you like," he said. "It's two days until the first of the month, but the beds are empty, and we're already paid up for this month. It'll cost you $300 for the first month and $300 for the last month up front. If the other guy moves in it'll drop to $250 and I'll give you a refund."

"I've only got a hundred on me right now," I told him. "I can give you the rest tomorrow."

"Sounds good to me," Eric agreed. "Let me write you a receipt."

I told him it didn't matter, but he insisted, and led me back into the living room while he went into the kitchen to write the receipt. I sat on the arm of the chesterfield where the Jasons were lounging.

"What's on?" I asked, to make conversation.

"Survivor," one of the Jasons told me.

"It sucks," the other Jason added. "It's always the same. Always some bossy woman, and some real mean asshole, and a real faggoty one."

Eric came back with my receipt. "Here you go. You can decide which bed you want when you move in."

I had already decided. Even though I hadn't met his partner Jimmy yet, Eric was far more interesting that the rather dull two Jasons, who only seemed interested in TV and feeling each other up, as they were doing right now.

I spent maybe half an hour passing time with the three of them before I headed out back to my "aunt's" to pack.

Moving in was uneventful. It was afternoon, and Jimmy was home from work and up and about. Like Eric and the Jasons, he was a couple of years older than me, but seemed like a nice enough guy. What's more, he seemed to take a liking to me, and seemed quite happy that I would be sharing a bedroom with him and Eric.

While I was still stowing my clothes in the spare chest of drawers, the sixth person arrived. His name was Chad. He was even younger than me, only 16, and baby-faced, to boot. He had been by this morning before I got here and checked out the place. Now he was back with all his stuff.

When Chad and I had both unpacked, we joined the others in the living room. All six of us decided to go to a cheap Greek restaurant on Davie for dinner, to celebrate our moving in. I had never had much in the way of Greek food before, but the guys insisted it was good, plentiful, and cheap at this restaurant, so I agreed. They were right. Even with a beer each, the bill came to less than $10 a head.

After dinner, Jimmy had to head straight off to work at a pizza place, and the others decided to cruise davie Street for a while – not looking for sex, but just to check out store windows – and guys. Chad looked to be in awe. The West End and Davie Street was absolutely new to him. I decided to head back to the house, instead. The following morning was my first full day of classes. Eric gave me a key he had had cut, and I headed home to bed.

I guess I had dozed off before they all arrived home, but I was half-awake when Eric peaked in the door to check on me. He closed it as he withdrew, but I could still hear the clink of beer bottles being loaded into the fridge in the kitchen, and other beer bottles being opened in the living room. I dozed a little more.

I heard Chad saying goodnight, that he was going to bed. I heard the TV. I dozed a little more. I heard voices, raised, but trying to whisper. And spasms of laughter.

I heard Eric's voice: "I know you want me to! Come on! We've all fucked before!"

I heard one of the Jasons: "I will if Jason will."

"Yes, both of you!" Eric insisted.

I heard Chad's sleepy voice: "What are you guys up to?" Then: "Oh. fuck!"

The others laughed. "You got that right!" one of the Jasons laughed.

The other Jason added, "And what were you up to? Where's you pyjama bottoms? Jerking off, were you?"

I had to see for myself what was going on. I didn't wear pyjamas, and had a bit of a sleep woody, but I didn't care. I opened the door to the living room.

Jason Two was kneeling naked on the low coffee table with Eric kneeling naked on the floor behind him, about to fuck him. Jason One , almost naked, was beating himself off while he watched, and Chad was still over by his bedroom door, in just a pyjama top, turning his back away to hide his woody but exposing his beautiful bare bubble butt.

Jason Two saw me from his perch on the coffee table. "Hey, Dave, come on and join the fun. Don't be a wooss!"

My sleep hard became an instant full hard at the sight before me. I had always dreamed of an orgy like this.

"Eric's going to fuck both of us – if he can!" Jason One told me.

"Oh, I can," Eric assured them. "Just suck me a little once I cum and I'll be ready to go again." He nodded toward Chad. "Why don't you and Chad play a little, too. Join the fun."

I looked over at Chad, who caught my eye, and smiled sheepishly, and turned to display a full-fledged woody – a nice one, too! It was the biggest in the room, maybe close to eight inches, but slim. Naked, I moved round the room to him, dropped to my knees before him, and took his dick in my mouth. I looked up at him, smiling as best I could with seven inches of cock in my mouth. He smiled down at me, obviously enjoying this.

On the other side of the chesterfield, Eric plunged his cock into Jason Two, who let out a little yelp as it penetrated him, then a gasp of "Oh, yeah!" as it sank deep into him. Eric proceeded to give Jason Two a pounding fuck that at at times had him whimpering for him to stop, but moments later crying "More! Harder! Oh, fuck, yeah!"

Soon we knew Eric was cumming, by his grunts and straining as he shot his load in Jason Two. He pulled his dick out of Jason Two. He swung around. We could see it was still hard, but softening fast.

"Quick! Suck me. Get me hard again!" Jason Two slid off the coffee table and mouthed Eric's rod. He pumped and sucked on it rapidly. Jason One was taking position on the coffee table, while I continued my ministrations to Chad's cock. I was sliding it as far down my throat as I could, while he pumped his hips forcing it further down. As I have said, it was not a fat cock, so I hardly gagged as it went further and further in.

Soon, Eric's cock was hard again, as he had promised, and, applying a glob of spit, he kneeled behind Jason One, and was soon fucking him, just as he had before with Jason Two.

I was beating my own dick while I sucked on Chad's. Soon, I was getting ready to cum, and by the retraction of his balls, I knew he was, too.

"Quick, let's sixty-nine," I cried. He didn't need me to explain what I meant. He dropped to the floor alongside me and lay on his back. I straddled him and took his skyward-pointing dick in my mouth once more. At the same time, I felt his mouth engulf my own cock, dangling about his face. We both pumped and sucked furiously.

We came simultaneously. I felt my load spurting out of me, just as his warm juice flowed into my mouth and down my throat.

I was really ready for bed after that, and so were the others. We all said our goodnights, and light were out.

I dozed off to sleep again quickly and hardly roused when Eric slipped into my bed during the night. I felt him smear a little lube on my ass, then his cock entering me. I know it felt good, almost like a dream, as he fucked me slowly.

In the morning, wakening, I thought it must have just been a dream, with Eric asleep in the arms of Jimmy on the queen-sized bed, but then I felt a little dampness. Eric's cum was oozing out of my ass.

That was the first of many group sessions with my roomies in the house. Almost always they would start with us all going out for dinner and a few beers or one of the clubs, then back to the apartment for a few more beers and some "suck and fuck".

Sometimes we would bring other guys home with us, but mostly it was just the six of us – if Jimmy wasn't working. On the night's Jimmy was working, Eric seemed to get some pleasure of sneaking into my bed and fucking me while I was "sleeping." I can't say I minded it. I enjoyed his cock in me, and the gentle fucking as he tried not to wake me. I suppose he really knew that I wasn't really asleep, just from my responsive movements, but it was a nice fiction, and we never talked about it.

As the weeks rolled by, my life was mostly taken up with school and studying nights, which was quite hard to do with the party atmosphere of the apartment most nights. The others all had jobs they could just come home and forget about, so they were always wanting to go out and play, or stay home and play, and always wanted me to join in. They couldn't seem to understand that I needed to study.

It got so bad I got to staying on campus late, studying in the library there, before I took a late bus home. It was there that I first met Joe. I was sitting by myself at a table in the library with a stack of books around me. It was close to closing time, and I was just taking a breather before heading off to catch the bus back to the West End. My eyes glanced over to the guy at the next table. He was looking straight at me, and smiled.

I recognized him. He was the tenant in the apartment adjoining ours. We had never spoken, but we sometimes passed on the stairs of the apartment building. He was tall, blonde, and very good-looking. I smiled back.

He got up and came over to the table I was at.

"Hello, neighbour! I thought I recognized you when you came in," he said. "But I wasn't sure till right now. I'm Joe, from the next apartment."

"Hi. Yes, I've seen you on the stairs. Nice to meet you, Joe."

"The library's about to close," he said. "Want to go get a coffee with me?

As much as that sounded good, I told him, "No. I've got to scoot and get the 10 o'clock bus back to town."

"I have a car," he told me. "I'll give you a ride back. Now you have time for coffee."

"Sounds good," I assured him. "I'm David."

So we went for coffee and I learned a little about him. He was 27, and a Teaching Assistant in the Chemistry Department. He also had a rather generous research grant from a pharmaceutical company which also paid his rent and all expenses.

I told him that I was in sciences also, that I wanted to become a science teacher with a second in PE.

"Educating the minds and bodies, too, eh?" he commented. "Yes, we need to keep our bodies fit."

His body was certainly fit. I knew he must go to a gym or a pool somewhere, because I had often seen him coming and going with a Gym bag and returning home flushed and sometimes with wet hair still.

He told me he had taken the apartment next door with his fiancée, originally, but that they had split up a couple of months before. Damn! He was straight!

On the ride back to the apartment, I was hoping he would invite me in to his place, but no such luck. We said goodnight at the top of the stairs.

On rare occasions after that, he would be in the library at the same time I was, and we would repeat the pattern of coffee, ride home, goodnight. He was always the same toward me – nice, but a little distant. But me? I was falling in love with him!

Every time I went up or down the stairs, I would hope to bump into him. Every time I went to the University library, I would hope to find him there. I would tour the shelves and carrels and tables, hoping to find him hiding away somewhere. More often than not, on the rare occasions that I did find him, it was sitting at the very same table where he had been the first time we met.

In my heart, I knew my searchings and longings were futile. He was straight!

Although I was staying late at the library more and more often, and many times when I did get home the other guys were out somewhere, whenever they were there, they always wanted me to join them in whatever was going on.

Some nights they would drag me to Pumpjacks, and we would watch porn vids or just fend off the hits from older men. Even though I was only 17, I rarely got asked for ID. Chad, with his baby-face, almost always did. But Eric had long since gotten us both some very authentic-looking ID through one of his contacts – drivers' license, social insurance card, BC med card – the works!

Other nights we would hit the dance clubs, such as Numbers, which I hated. There were always so many old trolls, cruising to hit on the young stuff like me. Or young trendies, flashing their bods to the music in mating dances to attract a rich old man.

And once in a while we went to the Torrid Zone, a new spa and baths. Its policies and advertising campaigns had made it the hot spot for younger men. The loud music and strobe lighting kept most of the older men away.

Officially, it was strictly 19 and over, but that was only officially. In fact, the club turned a blind eye to underaged guys, as long as they had some sort of ID. There were also three bouncer-monitored fast exit doors in case of a police raid, but they had not had a raid so far, just an occasional visit by the cops who patrolled Davie Street, checking that things were calm – and maybe getting a kickback, who knows?

Of course, the place was supposed to be "private – members only" but your first visit included your membership and got you a card. Rates were good, and for $12 you could also get a room for the night.

There was no alcohol allowed in the place, so we always got a bit of a buzz on before we went, and carried poppers with us. We put our valuables in the provided lockers, but we always shared the price of a room, which was lockable, to make our poppers and other stuff, such as the free condoms and lube, more readily available – and in case any of us wanted to fuck in private.

I always enjoyed our visits to the Torrid Zone. Apart from the attractions of the decent-sized heated pool, the sauna, and the video room which showed non-stop porn, there was always plenty of cocks to be played with and sucked, and mouths and asses ready for my cock, but I usually preferred oral sex at this place.

I was a bit more drunk and more stoned than usual and had consciously decided to suck as many cocks as I could this night.

There were plenty of young guys wandering the halls just dying to have their dicks sucked. I had taken up a post in an unusually well-lit space at the bottom of one of the stairways, clear of the strobes, and the music only a thumping in the background. Most of the traffic here was guys just arriving, coming down from the locker area.

The first guy, I actually asked him: "Want your cock sucked?" when he nodded, I dropped to my knees and took his dick in my mouth. He let out a gasp of pleasure as I drove my face into his crotch, forcing his dick down my throat. While I pumped on this guy's dick, I could see another one standing beside me, ready for his turn.

I didn't really want the guys to cum in my mouth, but the first guy did. I guess he was new at this, because it didn't take him long to shoot his cum down my throat, just as I had forced his dick down my gullet as far as I could take it.

He moved off, still dribbling cum, but the second guy moved in to take his place. A third and a fourth had gathered already to take their turns.

I didn't suck any of the cocks for long, just long enough to give them some jollies, and myself a little pleasure. I really enjoyed sucking dick. A third! Then a fourth.

A small group of guys had gathered round, watching, waiting their turn, jacking themselves of each other as they waited. Even Jimmy, my room-mate was in the line, and briefly got his dick chomped on.

While slurping on my eighth or ninth cock, I felt another large one resting on my shoulder, and its owner pressed in close behind me. I spat out the cock I had been sucking, and without looking up, turned and closed my mouth over the knob of the new cock. I closed my eyes and started to suck.

"David?" came a surprised, familiar voice.

I opened my eyes and looked up. I looked into the eyes of my neighbour.

I spat out his cock. "Joe?" I echoed his surprise.

He pulled me to me feet.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped. "But you're straight. Your fiancée ... ?" I started.

"I tried to tell myself I was straight," he told me. "But my fiancée came home and caught me with a guy I had picked up. That's why she left me..."

His voice dropped to a whisper. "Let's get out of here," he said.

We didn't say much at all as we dressed and walked back to the apartment building, which was only three blocks from the Torrid Zone. I was in a daze most of the way, only partly from the beer and drugs, mostly from shock of meeting him like this. I half expected he would say goodnight when we got to the top of the stairs, but no. He led me down the corridor to his own apartment.

The door of his apartment closed behind us, and he took me in his arms and kissed me hungrily. I responded just as eagerly, almost as if I were trying to climb inside his mouth.

"You can't believe how much I've wanted you," he whispered.

"Yes I can," I replied, "because I've wanted you even more." By now we were frantically trying to undress each other. With our pants and underwear round our ankles we hugged more, pressing our naked bodies and cocks against each other, finding each other's mouths and kissing long and greedily. Still kissing, we managed to kick off our runners, socks, pants, and undies,

He led me into his bedroom and we fell upon it. We continued to kiss, pressed together, pumping our cocks against each other until I was sure I would explode.

"I can't wait," he whispered in my ear. "I need to fuck you."

"Yes, I want that, too," I agreed. "I've waited for this for ages." I turned on my side, my back to Joe, presenting my ass to him.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked. "I am negative."

"So am I," I assured him. "No condom, just you."

I felt him smear a little lubricant – which he must have got from his nightstand – on my ass, then he positioned his uncut knob against my manhole. He pressed into me, and my muscles opened to give him entry. His knob slipped into me, forcing open my sphincter muscles, which closed tight around him, the the whole shaft slid deep into me. His cock was much the same size as Chad's – more than seven inches – but it was thicker, with a very large knob. It filed me up as it drove deep into me, but there was no pain, just a wonderful feeling of completeness.

He whispered in my ear as he slowly began to fuck me, his wonderful manhood sliding in and out of me. "I've been in love with you for ages," he told me. "Almost since we fist spoke at the library."

"Me, too," I assured him. "Every time you drove me home, I wanted to come into your bed like this and fuck." He hugged me closer as he thrust his hips against my butt, pushing his tool deep into me again. I strained back on it, trying to get it even deeper inside me.

"Why didn't you say something?" he asked. "I wanted it, too."

"Because I thought you were straight," I reminded him. "What a lot of time we've wasted."

"Well, let's not waste any more," he responded, and settled in to give me the most terrific fuck I had ever had in my life. When he finally came, after many many wonderful minutes, load after load of his cum squirted into my innards. I felt more complete than I ever had in my life.

We drifted off to sleep, his dick still inside me, soft now, but feeling just as wonderful.

When I awoke in the morning, Joe was already awake. His dick was no longer inside me, but my dick was in his mouth, getting stiff fast, as he gave me a nice, slippery sucking.

"Ah, you're awake at last," he said. "I'm horny for you, and it's your turn now. " He lay face down on the bed beside me and spread his legs apart. He used his hands to part his butt cheeks. "Fuck me, David," he begged.

My cock was a steel rod by now. I knelt between his parted legs and lowered myself onto him, guiding my swollen cock head toward his inviting rosebud. I saw that he had already smeared lube on and in hole hole. As soon as my knob touched it his manhole seemed to leap out and grab it. At any rate, in an instant I was inside him, and he moaned with pleasure, just as I did when I lowered myself onto his broad, muscled back and sank deep into his vitals.

"Oh, yes. Fuck me hard and fast. I've got to leave for work soon!"

I did as he wanted and bucked and pounded on him for several minutes until my cum surged up my pipes and deep into his asshole. I rolled off him, and he rolled on top of me and kissed me deeply.

"OK," Joe finally said, "that's enough. Time for you to get up. You've got a lot to do today."

"What do I have to do today?" I asked, not having a clue what he was talking about.

"While I'm at work, I want you to move in here," he told me. "I want you to live with me. Is that OK with you?"

I leapt out of bed an hugged him. "OK?" I said, "It's fantastic. I've had wet dreams about this!"

We were both still naked, and I had a semi wood, while he had a raging hard as he straightened the bed we had slept in.

"But you haven't cum yet. Let me get you off." I took his dick in hand and masturbated him for a bit. I but my own side by side with his and masturbated both of us at once.

Finally, Joe said, "Let me finish off." and he masturbated his own cock rapidly. When he was ready to cum, he cried, "Get your cock over here!" and he held both cocks as he shot his cum all over my dick and rubbed it all over both. I flopped back onto a cot bed which also stood in the room, my dick dripping with his cum.

He wiped his dick off with a tissue, and pulled on some briefs as he began to dress for work.

I've been living with Joe for eighteen months now, as his roomie, and his lover. I passed my first two years of University and am starting my third. I have just turned nineteen. I "came out" to my parents, who were shocked at first, but have now completely accepted it, just as they accept Joe.

Joe's parents have been a little tougher to convince. They still think I'm nothing more than a rent boy who has seduced their son, but they are coming round.

I still see my old roomies, and go out with them – even play with them – when Joe is out of town for a convention or something. Joe doesn't mind. The two Jasons have moved on to their own place, and two other guys have taken their place, and a third has taken mine, but Eric, Jimmy, and Chad are still there.

Joe actually took me to a convention in Edmonton recently and introduced me as his partner. I was so proud! He wants for us to get married. I'd like that, too, but I want to wait until I graduate, at least two more years.

In the meantime, I live with and am in love with Joe – the perfect roomie!

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