The college that accepted my application was 250 miles from my hometown. So before classes started, I drove to my new city to look from rooming accommodations. At the college student lounge there was a bulletin board with several ads for rooms to let. I copied the address of what looked like a good possibility and drove over to meet the landlord.
The house was in a nice neighborhood. It was an older Victorian style house and looked well kept. So I rang the doorbell and after a few moments a man answered. He appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. He was bald, average height, muscular, and very friendly. I introduced myself and said I was there regarding the room to let.
He said his name was Jerome and he invited me in and said: "I guess you want to see the room first thing."
I nodded and so he led me to the room, which was about 12 by 16 feet. It had a double bed, a night stand, a dresser, and a small desk. It looked perfect for me, so he showed me the rest of the house. However, when I asked what he would charge for the room, he said it was negotiable and we could talk about it later. Then he asked if I'd like something to drink.
When I said that tea would be fine, he said: "I have an awesome herbal tea. Would you like to try it?"
I said: "That would be nice. Love to try new things."
After he put the tea pot on, he invited me to sit with him in the living room on the sofa. He asked me a number of questions about myself, and he seemed pleased with my answers. Then he began telling me stories about himself and his experiences.
I found him to be a great story teller and was happy that he continued while we drank our tea. The tea was relaxing but a the same time slightly stimulating.
Anyway when Jerome finished telling me about his war experiences, he began the story of his ex-wife. His tale got very graphic as he explained how sexy she was. Then he shared some explicit photos of her having sex with him and other men.
At this point, he looked over at me and said, "Hey, if you don't mind, I'm going to take my cock out. I like to play with my cock while I'm reminiscing about my sexual experiences."
Since it was his house, I said, "Please do whatever makes you comfortable."
Noting that I had no objection, he unzipped his pants, spread the flap out wide, and pushed his pants and underwear down past his knees. He was pretty much 'totally-exposed', and his dick was already brick-hard and throbbing. As I glanced down at his cock, I could see his nuts churning in his scrotum.
Jerome looked over at me, and though I was still fully clothed, he could see the outline of my dick underneath the thin fabric of my pants. Jerome was very perceptive and already sensed that I enjoyed hearing about his sexual experiences and wanted to hear more. He also determined that I was a bit of a 'sub', and quickly figured I'd accept any suggestion he gave me. So, he said: "Hey Tommy, I don't want to be the only guy with his dick out; why don't you relax, push your pants down, and let me have a peek at your cock." He said it just like that, very 'direct' and 'matter-of-fact'.
I looked a little 'blank' at first, but he could see, from the look on my face, that I had made a quick decision; without saying a thing I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my pants, lowered my fly, then hooked my thumbs in my collective garb and pushed everything down to my knees, just like he had done, revealing my moderate-sized cut cock of just over five inches. We looked "eyeball-to-eyeball" at each other, and he could tell that this was the first time I'd ever been naked, and sexually aroused in front of another guy. Then, he said, "There ya go... isn't that better?"
