Prologue: I was solidly bisexual, Darin was gay leaning toward bi and Benji was gay, plain and simple. We even talked a little about the living arrangement and the potential issues that might arise, with three horny guys under the one roof. Since there were three bedrooms and three bathrooms, it was agreed that Darin and I could bring women (or men) home and Benji could bring guys home. We joked that, to be fair, he could bring women home, too; he laughed it off but, after the first week, decided he had all he needed, right there at home.
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It was guaranteed to happen and the first night, after nearly a week in the house, Benji and I hooked-up by accident. We had separate bedrooms, but Darin would spend a night with me and a night with Benji. It was like friends with benefits...or roommates with benefits.
I was coming out of the shower after a run and Benji was grabbing laundry from the hamper. "I'm sorry, dude. Just getting your laundry...and I thought I could slip in here, before you came out." His eyes hardly focused much above my waist, "Um...I guess I didn't...um make it."
"You know it's not gonna bite," I teased him with a little smirk.
"Yeah, I know...um what?"
It was clearly a struggle for him to ignore it...and it was obvious he wanted to reach for it. "You're staring...my dick's not gonna bite...go ahead."
He was nervous and embarrassed, "I guess...a...you caught me. I can't...I shouldn't...I know we've all talked and decided to let the inevitable happen. We've both been sleeping with Darin and I'm cool with that...but...um...things are still a little weird, and I don't want to screw things up for anybody.
"Benji...dude...it's okay. It is weird, but I don't feel we're doing anything wrong...just boys being boys...you know?"
"Yeah...all three of us do seem comfortable, with each other. You and Darin have been together for a long time, but with Robin...I don't want to fuck things up. The emotions of losing her from your life; well...that's when you probably need Darin the most. I don't want to complicate things."
I was impressed with the empathy, but I was doing better at leaving things behind...and more than ready get him in the sack...and maybe get my cock sucked in the process. "I appreciate that, Benji, but it's going to be okay...things are really good...it's all good...I'm doing fine."
My eyes wandered down over his body; he was a hot looking guy, about 5' 9" with wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. His body had all the mouth-watering definition that a competitive swimmer would have; he had been on the team but had to let it go for the grades.
He blushed a little, but blurted, "Well...um...the rumors are true...you're hung, too. And...I can't wait to ride that thing," he smiled and shook his head, "or be shared by my two hung roommates." He laughed, "I'd be one happily satisfied bottom...very, very satisfied!"
I grinned, "I'm sure that's all in the cards...maybe even tonight? Go ahead, dude...get things started. Grab hold...and try it out."
"Shit, nice dick...and this's fucking sweet! My fingers don't meet...thick is good!"
The hurdles were crossed, so I lead him to the bedroom. There we stood, his hungering dark eyes looking me, up and down. I was doing the same but trying to finish drying. He grinned, "Let me do it for you," He finished, threw the towel aside and ran his hands up over my torso.
Quietly whistling his approval, "You are fuck'n hot, you have a perfect body...sure you're not a swimmer?"
Laughing, "Really? I don't have the chest or shoulders for that. Thanks...but no...I run...always been a runner. I'm glad you like what you see, but now it's my turn...let's see what you got."
"You've got way too many clothes on." As I opened his pants, he had these super tiny briefs, straining to conceal an erection. Thinking our new living arrangement's going to work out just fine, I was tugging at my new roommate's pants. He pushed the jeans down over smooth, muscled legs and stepped out of them.
"Now that's a swimmer's body...a real swimmer's body!"
"Thanks dude!"
I freed his dick and tucked the waistband under his balls, low hanging...heavy...suck-able balls. I took his cock in my hand and stroked; it was hard, thick and maybe six or seven inches long. He moaned, as I ran my hand up the meaty shaft to stroke the tip.
Without a word, he pulled away and dropped to his knees, to where he was face to face with my dick. He held it down to carefully study the head, eye to eye and, after a pause, I felt his lips work up to the top and close over the head. The warm sensation was intense; his tongue probed the slit and he started bobbing up and down the shaft. His cheeks pulled in, and I could see the head's outline, pumping inside his mouth. When he did take it out, he licked down the full length, all the way to my balls.
"Oh Fuck! Yeah, Benji...yeah...yeah...you do that real good...mmmm...real good!"
He responded by swirling his tongue over the head, sucking the very tip and stroking the corona with his lips. Over and over, he pushed his lips down the shaft until the head hit the back of his mouth. He couldn't get the whole thing in his mouth, but he could get the head and way past half-way.
