Hello! Well, first thing that needs to be said. To any of my regular followers who may have clicked on this to read, look at the category before reading any further. I think there's a good chance the content regarding this story might not appeal, as this certainly isn't the regular category (or categories) I post stories into. I might be wrong, but I thought I'd just be polite. But, as I've said, I like to experiment but I'm sure this will be a surprising move to many.
The influence behind this story is films produced by 'Fraternity X' and 'Sketchy Sex', films that involve a bunch of young men enjoying the company of each other. Many of them involve one or two young men being fucked by many others. The story won't start off like that but I give away in this very first chapter what might happen during later chapters.
This story builds slowly through the first couple of chapters, but as this does end up being a multi-chapter story, there'll still be plenty of sex in the future. But I just don't like writing simple stroke stories. Well, to start off with anyway.
As with all my stories, there'll be an element of romance, some drama, hopefully a surprise or two along the way. All editing is done by the author so the grammar isn't always perfect, though Microsoft Word generally does catch any glaring spelling errors. I'm a quick typist so sometimes my brain isn't as fast as my fingers!
Hope you enjoy. Comments and feedback appreciated as always.
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The eight young men were gathered in the living room, spread around the three large couches, forming three sides of a square, the large LED TV on the wall making up the fourth side. The eight men were between the ages of nineteen and twenty-four. In the middle of them was a coffee table. Resting on said table were a few drinks, mostly cups of coffee, and six sheets of paper.
Written on each piece of paper was information regarding the young man applying to become their ninth and last housemate. The eight men were looking for a particular sort of young man to join their household. This was not a fraternity. Such things were not common in Australia, simply because most universities were within the large cities of each state and most students did not need to leave home unless they were after specialist subjects. But some still chose to leave home to take part in the whole university experience.
Of the eight young men, Tom was the oldest at twenty-four and the 'father' of the house. He'd lived in it since he was eighteen, his first year at university, and was still studying to this day. Many young men had come and gone, but three others had been there only a year or two less than himself. The six applicants to join their household would be the only first-year student if selected to join them.
His eyes were still taken by one particular applicant. Each piece of paper had a photo attached. It wasn't a selfie, it was more akin to a passport photo. To call the applicant cute would be an understatement. He noticed one or two others look at the same photo, review the application, and meet his eyes, an almost imperceptible nod of the head that they could read his thoughts and agree.
After much discussion, Tom cleared his throat and held up the application form he approved. "I think we should call him, bring him in for an interview, and see if he's what we'd all want and need."
Tom smiled to himself as his seven housemates agreed immediately.
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Steven pulled his car up to the kerb, switching off the engine and looked at the house. There was a gate and long driveway before it led to an enormous house. At least two stories high, a modern design with plenty of windows, he assumed to allow plenty of natural light. Large lawns that appeared mowed. Trees that would provide shade in the summer heat. It looked like the sort of property that would cost a cool million and more, considering its location in the city.
Stepping out of the car, he walked to the gate and found the intercom. Pressing the 'call' button, he explained who he was and was allowed in, the gate opening electronically, swinging wide as he walked up the driveway then the path towards the front door. He knocked and waited barely a few seconds before the door opened.
From his height of barely five-six, he had to look up into the eyes of the tall, broad man who stood in front of him, an easy grin forming as he offered his hand. "Hello. You're Steven?"
"Um, yeah," he replied quietly, already feeling a little intimidated. Too many memories already of days at high school, surrounded by fellow students, all who seemed to tower over him, even some two to three years his junior. Still, he was polite enough to take the offered hand. "Yes, I'm Steven. Are you Tom?"
"That's me. Come on in. Good to meet you."
Following Tom inside, he followed him down a sort of entranceway, turning into what looked like the main living room. Sunlight filtered in through the windows, the couches were cleaner and looked far nicer than he'd expect in student housing. Bookshelves were full of either books or mementoes. There was an enormous TV on the wall.
"Take a seat," Tom asked, "I'll get the others. We'll have a chat about your application and let you know what we think. Don't worry, we won't bite."
He blushed at the insinuation as Tom disappeared, hearing him shout upstairs that he'd arrived. Within a couple of minutes, he found himself surrounded by eight young men, introduced to each of them, having his hand shaken by each before they sat down. He would have used the words 'strapping young men'. All of them appeared far taller than himself, much broader, all of them handsome or just very attractive. They smiled as his eyes met his but nothing more than that.
"So, Steven, why did you send in your application?" Tom wondered, sitting next to him, with another broad man to his other side, "It says you live in the western suburbs. You could easily live at home and commute to campus." He cleared his throat, feeling a little nervous. Tom chuckled for a moment. "Mike, get our young friend here a drink. I think he's nervous."
"Sorry, it's just... Home life is... You know, and..."
"It's okay," Tom assured him, patting his thigh for a moment, "You're not the first applicant in recent years that's arrived with butterflies in their stomach and a whole bundle of nerves otherwise."
Mike returned with a glass of water. His hand was still shaking slightly as he took a gulp before placing it down on a coaster. "I found your advert on the university website," he explained, "And although universities here are completely different to the States, the fact I want to get out of home makes the possibility of living here a godsend."
"How bad is your home life?" Chris asked.
"It's not that it's awful, but my father is ex-military and rather domineering, I have twin brothers only fourteen months younger, who don't make my life any easier than my father, then a younger sister, who I do adore. Mum stayed at home until we were at school, now she's working too. But part of me just needs to escape."
"Would living with eight men bother you?" Justin wondered.
"No, why would it? I mean, I would have assumed if there were dormitories, they'd be single sex, and I know 'fraternities' are for men, 'sororities' would be for women."
He went over his application with all of them. He turned eighteen recently. He was five-six, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, not particularly tanned, fit and healthy enough though rather slim. Didn't weigh that much as he focused on endurance rather than strength. He liked to think of himself intelligent considering he'd aced all his exams and finished top of all his classes and subsequently his entire year group in high school.
