I had been a late acceptance to university that year. My own fault really. I had foolishly thought I could go straight from school, directly into my family's engineering business and didn't bother applying to any universities before my final exams.
My dad rocked me by telling me I had to earn a place in the business, not just walk in. My initial anger faded and I appreciated his reasons for making me grow up.
Eventually, I was accepted for an Applied Engineering course but at the other end of the country.
At that late stage, there were no places left in the halls of residence and so I had to scout out accommodation for myself. I got together a small list of four possibles.
Number one had bumped up the rent when he found out who I was related to, so I gave him a wide berth.
Number two was a little bit out of town and I didn't fancy extra travelling.
Number three seemed perfect at face value. It was close to my college and the rent was reasonable. The only problem was with the landlady. She made it clear from the off that I would be spending more time in her bed than my own.
I was still a very innocent lad, never having had a girlfriend and still having doubts about my sexuality. She scared me and I found I could not live there.
My last option had been left until last for a reason. I didn't really fancy it. It would be sharing a two bedroom flat with a small shared kitchen area. There was a decent living area but that was to be available on rare occasions. It wasn't as close to my college as I would have liked but was still walking distance.
The flat was rented by a 25 year old electrician, who needed someone to share the load. Lewis was a fit looking guy, 6' tall, short black hair and playful, sparkling blue eyes. His looks were swaying me but he laid down a rule.
"Friday night is my night to pull and I like bringing pussy back here, so I'd appreciate you staying in your room."
I didn't really have a choice so agreed and shook hands on it. His was a strong handshake, a dominant one.
I should introduce myself. I'm Tony and I'm very slight. Only 5'5" tall, a natural blonde, who had often thought I was born the wrong sex.
Lewis was a nice enough guy and I think he enjoyed my company. I didn't act camp, I was just a little shy.
I had moved into the flat on a Thursday, so quickly had an experience of his Friday night. Lewis had gone out at 9pm, all suited and booted, ready for action.
When he arrived back it was only 11pm.
I had been watching TV in the lounge but heard a noise in the stairs and retreated to my bedroom.
I heard Lewis and a girl come in the main door, her giggling drunkenly. I should have put my headphones on and drifted away but I was curious, I have to admit. The walls in the flat were paper-thin and I could hear everything.
Lewis hadn't mentioned that I was in my room to her and he carried on for the next hour like it was a show for my entertainment. As I lay on the bed I could hear slobbery kisses, then him telling her to get on her knees. Although I didn't want it, I found that I was getting hard. My jeans had been pulled off and I lay under the covers, my cock throbbing.
The thing was, I was thinking of myself in the strange lady's position. My heart raced at the thought of him getting his cock out and making me suck it. Huh! Making me? More like letting me.
As I could hear him groaning, I got closer to the edge. Then as he moaned as he came, a flood of my own spunk shot out, leaving me gasping. I dabbed a forefinger into the pool of cum on my belly and licked my finger, dreaming it was Lewis's. Again and again I dabbed and licked. It was at that point I finally admitted my sexuality to myself.
