This is story about myself and my housemate, Tom, who I lived with for about 3 years. We'd been friends for a long time before moving in together during our university days, and our house was your typical bachelor pad - not so clean, piles of washing here and there, and scattered computers, speakers, televisions, CDs. Tom was the sort of guy that was always doing something strange, usually involving his girlfriend Elisse, and sometimes other people as well. He had a great reputation for being able to find himself in a threesome on a fairly regular basis, mainly because Elisse was bisexual, and was certainly into some wild fun.
Myself, I am pretty kinky behind closed doors, but pretty straight most of the time as far as outward behaviour goes. I love to surf porn, and imagine all manner of way-out sex, though for me it's mainly limited to straight sex with one girl in real life. I have a few favourite fantasies, one being to make it with another guy, though I really wasn't up for that most of the time. I think mainly, being an oral sort of person who loved going down on girls, I also wondered what it would be like to have a guy in my mouth, and to have him cum on me - or in me! A couple of times I'd thought seriously about doing it, but the right opportunity wasn't there, and I certainly didn't want to be known as being gay.
Being around Tom meant that the kinky stuff was in my face a lot, though. He had some fantastic porno videos, which would turn up on a regular basis for our viewing pleasure. It would be quite weird in a way, the two of us and sometimes Elisse sitting around watching all this hot sex, trying not to become visibly excited, though of course my mouth would go dry and I would try to conceal my raging hard on from the others. I often wondered what they must be thinking, or whether they were going to head off to the bedroom when we were done watching. A couple of times I was unable to help myself and snuck off to masturbate in the bathroom.
Well as it happened one night just myself and Tom were at home and had a new video on, and watching a girl deep throating a pretty well-hung guy on the screen, I started to get very horny. I would find myself sneaking looks across to the couch where Tom was sitting, dressed in only tracksuit pants. I wondered if he was hard underneath them, holding it down with his thighs the way I was. I started to get this severe urge to go down on him, and my heart raced. Of course, I was scared to do anything, so I fetched some water and just sat there trying to resist the temptation to make a move. Eventually though, the adrenaline and excitement started to get to me. In the middle of one scene, I got up and took the few steps to the couch. It was dark with the lights down, but I could see he was a bit unsure what I was doing. Though I knew he was into just about anything, I'd never heard of him being with a guy. Elisse had teased me on occasion and dared me to kiss him when we were all drunk, but it was usually laughed off.
Standing there, I swallowed, then in one motion I got down on my knees in front of him and reached for the front of his tracksuit. He moved his hand as if to stop me, but then allowed me to pull the tracksuit down. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, and I could see his pubic hair and the hard shaft of his penis tucked in between his legs. I gripped both sides of his pants and pulled them down around his knees, and this time he lifted his ass a little to let me. I put my hands on his thighs and spread his legs, totally overcome now with desire to go down on him.
