****Everyone in this story is fictional and 18 years of age****
Chapter 1:
House Achilles
The first week of summer college classes was going good for me and Steven. We had decided to take the same classes so we could be together. Thankfully we were able to. We hadn't made any new friends, only like two people from one of our classes. But it wasn't too bad.
Dick said he wasn't going to start his classes until the fall since he wanted to devote more time to the shop. Javi had gotten a job as a fitness instructor at a local gym and was doing pretty well for himself. My cousin Steven was looking for work while I still worked at Dick's skate shop. I had been light on my spending since I was putting money aside to buy a car so I wouldn't have to keep using Javi's Jeep. Although he didn't mind.
Steven had been living with us for about 2 weeks now and we haven't broken him in yet. I had told Dick and Javi that I wanted to take my time with him. I felt it would be a bit too overwhelming if my cousin found out every single one of his roommates fucked each other. So occasionally, I would suck my cousin's dick when they were both gone.
Steven and I had just finished with a class when we decided to walk around the campus. We found an empty bathroom and entered cautiously. After checking all the stalls, we entered the one at the end of the restroom. I got down on my knees before Steven and quickly undid his pants. When I opened the flaps, I noticed he was wearing dark blue briefs. I look up at him and he replies, "KJ told me you like guys to wear briefs. You like them?"
"Yeah, they look good on you. I love the way they feel."
Steven grinned, "Good. I bought them at Target. I bought some for you too. The brand is called Pair of Thieves."
I smiled by his generosity and said, "Let me thank you," I rubbed his member until he was fully erect. Then I pulled down his briefs to pull out the cock and quickly took it into my mouth. I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking on every inch of his delicious cock. Thankfully, Steven had grown accustomed to me sucking on his cock. He enjoyed it a lot, sometimes I felt too often. I hadn't gotten around to asking if he would suck on mine, for the fear that he would get turned off by it.
I pulled down his pants just below his butt cheeks and I quickly got to caressing them. He loved when I did that. He felt like he was being worshipped.
Steven's soft moans turned into grunts as he guided my head back and forth on his cock. I felt he was going to cum soon.
He kept it up for a few more minutes until I felt him shoot his load into my mouth. He let out a loud grunt as he fired his last shot. Then I pulled off his dick and swallowed his load. I placed his deflating erection back into his briefs and rubbed my hand on the fabric. It was slick and soft, it felt good. The material was mesh-like.
Before Steven could say a word, we heard a knock on the stall door.
"Alright, you two blokes, get out of there."
Panic filled the two of us as we scrambled to come up with an idea. Then another bang happened, "I know what the two of yous were doin' Come on, get out."
As I stood up, Steven grabbed me and whispered to me, "Let's just do what he says, okay?"
I nodded and unlocked the stall door.
When I opened it, there stood a thin guy with red hair. He wore jeans cut vest, with a white band shirt and tight blue jeans.
He looked us up and down then spoke in his Irish accent, "Alright you two, you can't be doing stuff like that in this yer bathroom."
"We're sorry," Steven began to say before he was cut off by the Irish man.
"Listen here, you can do that stuff in here but you gotta ask permission."
Steven and I turned to each other then back at the guy, "From who?"
The Irish dude snickered before answering, "Alkibiades"
The Irish dude, who turned out to be named Patrick, told us that this bathroom belonged to a man by the name of, Alkibiades. I wasn't sure if that was his real name or not, but it was clear that Patrick wanted us to meet him. He said, he would take us to him for the right price and that we would be absolved of sin if we went. Steven suggested we just go and meet this man.
We walked off the campus and crossed the street and ended up walking a few blocks until we came to this white house in the middle of a residential street. The house reminded me of the white house a bit because it was big and it had these white columns on the porch. As we approached the porch, I noticed above on the roof it read, "House Achilles."
It was Greek themed, as Alkibiades was a Greek General during the Peloponnesian war and of course, Achilles, the demigod. Which gave me further evidence that the name Alkibiades was just a nickname for this dude.
When we entered the house it was empty but there was stuff to indicate that people live here. We followed the Irish man down the steps to what looked like the basement. When we entered, Patrick closed the door behind us.