Hello everyone. I have been an avid literotica reader and this is my first attempt at writing a story. Please comment so I can get a good gauge on what I can improve on and what you enjoyed. Thank you!
Chapter 1 Levi
How to describe the unlikeliest of possibilities. Maybe I should just start from the beginning.
I met my roommate Alex at a frat party. We did not have much in common that we knew of at the time, but we ended up bonding over one sordid category. We were man-whores to put it not so delicately. In our mutual adventures of obtaining one-night stands we were different in only one aspect of our adventures and that was the type of tail we gravitated to.
You see, I am unapologetically gay. I love ass and I most definitely love ass from a man. I love fucking ass, and I enjoyed the plethora and flavor of different types of bodies and styles of said ass.
Nothing was out of my preferences, if I found them attractive, I took them home. Tall, short, bulky, twinks, you name it, I would fuck it. My weekdays were usually filled with classes and studying but my weekends were a whirlwind of sex. Let's just say it was not an uncommon occurrence to find myself taking multiple people home over a long weekend.
Now Alex, was the same only he was as straight as you can make them. He held the same philosophy of sex and got laid as much as I did. The only caveat was that he was only into women. What really joined us was in a weird camaraderie was the rules that we lived and breathed by when it came to our sexual partners. Rule number 1: No repeats and rule number 2: No relationships.
I mean we were young, both in our junior year of college, both in the prime of our lives physically and both wanted to sow our oats when the pickings were at their greatest and our conquest were freely and willing to let loose.
When were we ever going to have the same opportunities as we have right now in college? The future only held constant work, responsibilities, and potential family life. So no, we did not want to be encumbered. We wanted to live life to the fullest. What was that saying...YOLO.
Now, if you are thinking if we get this much sex there must be something about us. We both have a reputation on the campus, him with the ladies and me with the gay and bisexual men. Have I ever entertained the thought of getting with Alex...hell yeah, the man was gorgeous. Standing at 6'5" and over 220lbs of finely tuned muscle, green eyes, and black hair perfectly cut and styled in a short easily managed cut. He was the epitome of what a Greek God should look like. People realized this as there was no shortage of admirers at his door.
Now for myself, I am not ashamed or feel I am egotistical to say that I am attractive. I know it, but I also do not rub my nose in it. I am just self-aware enough to know I can get most of who I wanted. I am 6'1, 185lbs of muscle that I worked hard to get. My dimples, blonde shaggy hair, and slight tan also did not hurt me in the looks department nor did my blue-grey eyes. This did not go unnoticed by my own admirers.
So, let us go back to how did we meet. It was a party we both attended during the first semester of our sophomore year. We somehow ended up as beer pong partners as we both were the odd ends of the separate groups we came with. That eventually led to us taking shot and shooting the shit in the backyard of said frat house where there was a jacuzzi.
I had been eyeballing a cute looking brown hair jock with a nice bubble butt in his swim trunk and Alex was eyeballing a pixie looking blonde sorority girl in a string bikini that was with my eye candy. By the looks and mannerisms, we could tell that they were a couple.
We both realized we were eyeing the pair and in our drunken stupor we ended up laughing at how unlikely it would be to get at them. I do not know how it started but we ended up talking about how we could each bag our preferred partner between the two of them. It became a game as to who can get the other in bed first.
Somehow between our charm and no doubt the guy's hesitant curiosity, that we ended up ushering them both upstairs into an unoccupied bedroom. It was a bit of a blur but what I do remember vividly was that we ended up standing side by side as we both pounded away into our respective partners as they lay on their backs in bed moaning in unison.
It was on that occasion, in a weird sense of mutual understanding, that we became friends, then eventually roommates at the start of the second semester of our sophomore years. Our mutual tales of conquering and debauchery, even with the opposite sexes, were welcome as we took a similar view on sex.
It helped that both our roommates were a bit of prudes who often complained about the number of partners we each passed through our swinging doors. This made it an easy decision to room together when the first opportunity hit, and we ended up going in on an apartment close to campus.
It was our mutual understanding of the rules we abided by that completely solidified our friendship and became the source of why I am opening this dialogue to you. You see we both were very upfront with our partners about our rules of sexual engagement but even when they agreed there were some that could not understand why they could not jump back in our beds.
For me, there was a guy named Dave. Now Dave was a spitfire twink with an admittedly cute little ass, pretty face, and a total slut in bed. However, Dave was not the type to take no for an answer. He somehow got my number (which I never handed out outside of close platonic friendships) and started texting me all the time about when we were hooking up again.
I started to see him everywhere I went socially and often cockblocked by his possessiveness. I had explained multiple times that it was not happening, but the guy just could not take a hint. I explained my issues with Alex and in his sympathy, he told me he was in the same boat but with a girl named Sharon. In the avoidance of our said stalkers, we forgoed parties, clubs, and in consequence, we got hornier. Now you might think in our horniness we did something together but that was not the case, what came from it was a solution. This solution was creative and not something that I came up with. My dear friend Alex came up with it a crazy opportunity that I was not initially happy with and eventually drove me to my wit's end.
It was one evening where I was home working on a paper with earplugs in as Alex was entertaining some female "guest" of his. There was a loud knocking on the door I was somehow able to hear between my music and the yells of Alex's partners.... yes, plural. I did not think to look in the peephole as I was irritated when low and behold stood Dave.
I must admit Dave was pulling out all the stops in the outfit he chose to wear. He shoved his way in as I peeked at his extremely short shorts showing the bottoms of his ass and the crop top displaying his smooth flat stomach. Before I could even open my mouth to say anything, he started spouting off.
"Levi! Baby! Where have you been?" he says putting his hand on my chests. I slowly grab it, remove it, then step back to create some needed distance.
"Ummm, what do you mean?"
"What do I mean!" he parrots me. "You haven't answered any of my calls" Dave said. In my mind I am like, hell no I haven't answered you; you crazy ass. I told your ass I am not interested!
