Jon is a 23-year-old twink in desperate need of cheap housing. Luckily, he's found two ex-frat stars who'll subsidize his rent as long as he takes care of their every need.
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Jon woke up around noon the next morning. He was still on the couch, fully nude, and covered in dried cum. He felt a slight ringing in his head, probably from all the beer he'd had the previous night. He didn't usually drink that much, but being in the presence of so many hot guys had made him lose his inhibitions.
As he came to his senses, he noticed that two of the three former frat stars who'd fucked him, Carter and Derek, were gone. They had probably woken up at some point and gone back to their own homes. It being their first gay experience, he hoped they didn't feel ashamed. But luckily, that wasn't his problem at this point.
It would be Nick's problem to some extent, given that he'd basically convinced his horny straight friends to fuck Jon too. Nick was still sleeping on the couch, fully nude and sprawled out, ass up. Jon couldn't help but stare at his roommate's rounded, hairy bubble butt. It was extremely manly. Jon was a total bottom, but he would fuck Nick in a heartbeat if given the chance.
Just then, their other roommate Blake came down the stairs and into the living room. He was wearing a loose-fitting tank top and sweatpants, looking sweaty and hungover after a long night.
"Fuck, that's a sight," he said, surprised at Jon and Nick's nakedness. "What happened last night?"
"I think you can guess," Jon replied. "Are the girls you had over still here?" Jon remembered that Blake had 3 girls sleep over after the party, a new record for him.
"Yeah but they're leaving soon. Get dressed, bro," Blake replied. "And put a blanket over Nick."
Jon covered Nick up, making it less immediately obvious he was naked. Then, he put back on his shorts, and the two men went to the kitchen to make coffee.
"You two close out the party?" Blake asked with a smile.
"Yeah, plus those guys Derek and Carter," Jon said with a wink.
"No fucking way," Blake replied. "Those two fucked you?!"
"Yeah man." Jon was now the cocky one. "Felt great."
"Three loads then. You're sluttier than those girls upstairs, bro -- Each of them only got one load!"
"Yeah, but you fucked three chicks!"
As the two men sipped their morning coffee, the three girls Blake had fucked came downstairs, past Nick on the couch, and into the kitchen. Jon noticed their disheveled hair and slightly smeared makeup, both signs that Blake had seriously fucked all three of them the night before.
After a few pleasentries, Blake gave each of them a kiss and sent them on their way. "See you soon," he called out knowingly as the front door closed.
"Things could be worse," Blake said cockily. "But don't get too jealous, man. None of them can suck dick like you."
"Guys do it best," Jon replied.
Blake's face took on a devilish look that Jon had seen many times before.
"Want to suck me off right now?" Blake asked matter-of-factly.
Jon was pretty spent, but he knew that wasn't really a request. It was part of his responsibility to get off his roommates whenever they wanted. So without a word, he got down on his knees in front of Blake and pulled down the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. Wearing no underwear, Blake's flaccid cock sprung out.
"You look big even when you're not hard," Jon said as he began to stroke it.
Blake smiled, quickly becoming hard.
Jon stroked Blake's slender shaft while sucking on the first few inches of his total 8" dick. It was still musky from the night before. Jon looked up at his roommate, cock still in mouth, who was staring right back down at him intensely.
"That's great," Blake said as he began to thrust gently inside Jon's mouth. "Play with my balls, man."
Jon used his spare hand to massage Blake's low-hanging balls, still stroking the shaft and now fitting almost three-quarters of Blake's cock down his throat.
Blake stood, holding onto the kitchen counter with one hand and the back of Jon's head with the other. He rammed his cock inside Jon, fitting the entirety of himself down Jon's throat.
"Oh man," Blake began to groan. "That's fucking it, bro! Fuck, FUCK!"
Blake grunted loudly as he came inside Jon's mouth. His salty load shot right down Jon's throat in thick wads. Jon was always going to swallow, but he had no choice at all: As Blake came, he continued to hold Jon's face against his blonde pubes.
"Damn, thanks man." Blake said, helping Jon up from his knees. "You're so fucking good at that. I never cum when a girl sucks me off."
Jon wiped the spit and jizz from his mouth and smiled. "That's why I'm here."
Just then, Nick stumbled into the kitchen. The sounds of Blake cumming must have woken him up. He looked groggy and a bit hungover. He was fully nude.
"Do we have any coffee?" Nick asked.
Blake poured a cup and passed it over. "Here you go, bud," he said with a smile, before patting Nick on his bare ass.
"Thanks," was all Nick could get out.
"You're pretty lucky we got you covered up before the girls came downstairs," Blake said.
"Oh shit, I'd completely forgotten about them," Nick replied. "What was the noise in here just now?"
"Just Jon sucking me off," Blake replied casually.
"You fucking dog," Nick replied.
Jon knew Nick was still hungover, but thought something seemed off. Did he detect a hint of jealousy in Nick's voice?
"What happened to Carter and Derek?" Nick continued.
