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469 Charlotte Street
Chapter 3
Clay was the only housemate who I had not shared any "quality time" with, and on my fourth day in the mansion I decided to correct that oversight. Late in the afternoon I climbed the stairs to his room but he was not around. I was disappointed, but as I returned down the stairs he suddenly came bounding up, wearing running gear and looking very sweaty.
"Hey, guy," I said, "I was looking for you."
"Oh? What ya' need?"
"Nothing. Just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out, have a beer, maybe get some dinner later."
"Well, buddy, I was headed up to peel these clothes off and then go jump in the pool. I just did three miles in this heat and am downright nasty. But that sounds great. Why don't you go get us a beer and I will meet you out back." d
I headed to the huge kitchen and extracted a pair of beers from the fridge. I also had on shorts and a t-shirt, so a dip in the pool sounded like a good idea. It was a very hot day.
In the back of the house was a beautiful pool, really a pool complex. There was a large deck with a couple of levels, a small pool house, and a covered section that had a tile floor and a built-in cooking area. I plopped down in a chair on the deck and placed the beers on a small glass table. I sipped my beer and was just thinking what an incredible life situation I'd stumbled into when Clay came striding out of the house. He was nude. He stopped long enough to take a long pull from his beer. I used that moment to drink him in. He was a big guy, and muscular, with short-cropped hair that could best be described as dirty blonde. His chest and stomach were cut, and his biceps and thighs were also huge.He didn't have much hair on his chest, making his muscles stand out even more. And his impressive uncut cock dangled right about my eye level. Just as I noticed his big balls he put the beer down, took two steps and dove into the water. When he surfaced he turned, smiled at me and said "Aren't you coming in?"
I put down my beer and stood. As I pulled my shirt off I was thinking how intimidated I was by his bulk. I was fit, but looked pretty scrawny compared to him. When in Rome... I stripped off my shoes, socks, shorts and underwear and dove in.
The water was chilly at first but it felt good on such a warm late summer day. Both Clay and I splashed around a while, then he jumped out and brought both beers back to the pool edge and jumped back in. He lounged again the side and drank. I moved across to join him and picked up my bottle.
"Man, we are the luckiest fuckers in the world," he laughed. "Just wait until this weekend... you'll see. It's unreal. Nonstop. And the people that Robin's little club attracts, they're all beautiful. Hell, I don't want to leave! I'm going to apply to fuckin' grad school just so I can hang out here for a while."
I sipped my beer and he put his down. As I drank he casually reached over and cradled my dick. It immediately jumped and began to lengthen and harden.
"Damn, man, you're big as a brick shithouse!" He laughed. "Li said so; well, not in those words exactly. ... I'm sorry, this is really rude, but I had to check you out. Have you ever measured it?"
"Sure, but it was years ago. It's more than 10 I know. I wore number 11 in church league basketball kind of as an inside joke."
Clay roared with laughter. He was stroking my cock with one hand and his own with the other.
"That's funny as shit. Damn, man, why do the little guys have big dicks? I had a roomie in the dorm my freshman year in college, only about 5-foot-5, and he had a big ol' dick. I thought my eight was doing well until I went off to school."
"Well, you look pretty thick," I said, staring down at him through the water.
Clay stroked my cock for several moments without saying a thing. I reached to take over the stroking of his cock and as I moved closer her leaned in to kiss me. His tongue was soon probing for mine.
After a minute he said "Jump up here" indicating the pool edge with a hand. Using both arms I lifted myself out of the water, sat down on the concrete and spread my legs wide apart. My big rod was pointing at the sky. It took Clay about a millisecond to wrap his large hand around the base and start licking the head of my dick. Then he began trying to stuff as much as he could into his mouth. He was an energetic and experienced cocksucker and what he was doing felt great.
Clay sucked my cock for a good 15 or 20 minutes, slowly working his way lower and lower. He would alternate sucking and licking the long stalk. When he looked a little tired I said "Let me do you" and he came out of the water and lay down flat on the pool deck. His hooded cock was pointed skyward as well. I peeled the skin back and began going down on him, my hands roaming over his muscled torso as I did. I wanted to give as good as I got, but his cock was very thick. After a minute or two I seemed to find a good rhythm. He groaned. I worked his big balls with my fingers.
"Fuck, man. That is awesome."
After a few minutes he said "Let's do a 69." I twisted around and lay down beside him, never letting his cock slip from my mouth. He began feasting on my dick again. Too soon he began to moan and I could feel his shaft growing even bigger.
"Oh, man, I think I'm going to bust one. Is that okay?"
I shook my head and mumbled in affirmation. I pressed the attack even faster and suddenly my mouth was filled with a torrent of cum. I swallowed fast but some of it slipped from the edges of my mouth. It was like a gusher.
Clay panted. When he had recovered a little he said "Sorry, man, but I'm usually a big cummer. I shoulda warned you."
"No problem."
He reached for my cock and have it a couple of strokes. "You want to fuck?"
"You sure?"
"Hell yeah. I want to see if I can take that whopper. I've had some that big so I think I can. Only one way to find out..."
"You want me to go get the lube?"
"Nah, you're dick's pretty juicy. I'll tough it out." He hopped up and then got down on all fours, looking like some crazy kind of marble statue.
"I can use some natural lube," I said, spitting on my finger and rubbing his asshole. When that didn't help much I bent forward and applied direct pressure with the tip of my tongue.
"Aw, sheeeeeee-it," he groaned in his Southern twang as I pressed my lips to his ass and rimmed him. "Mother fuck!"
I stroked my cock a few times and then pressed it to his tiny hole. Fortunately my dick is fairly narrow at the head, so it feels like any dick at first. But when I keep on going, that's when the fun starts.
My cock slid into Clay's ass smoothly and with remarkable ease. "See," he crowed, "I told you. Bring that shit on, you hung fucker."
I did. I took long strokes and soon had him groaning and breathing hard. I never did pass up the chance to hard-fuck a jock stud. Maybe it was something about being picked last for touch football in junior high. But Clay was a beautiful guy and I was enjoying every inch of his steamy ass. I was going to pound away until I boiled over.
As I pounded, snapping my hips forward in response to his trash talk, I caught the sound of footsteps on the walk behind me. I rapidly turned my head and there was Robin, coming back from shopping for the weekend, her purse still dangling from her hand.
"Hello boys. I see you found Clay." She had a sly smile spreading across her wide mouth.
"I'd say," Clay responded. "Hey, why don't you join us? You could come around here and lay down and I will eat that sweet pussy."
"No, thanks. It sounds fun but I think I need to pace myself... Big weekend ahead... We have a full house of 20 RSVPs. Everyone wants to meet the new boy." With that she reached down, picked up my beer, and took a swig. Then she sat down in a chair facing us. A literal front row seat.
I tried not to look up. I was concentrating hard, watching my thick cock disappear into Clay's tight ass. Within minutes I could feel my balls start to tighten. While I wanted to give Robin a show I was about to cum.
Robin watched, her head slightly tilted and with that same smile. With a groan of my own I pulled out and shot a ribbon of cum across Clay's back. With that we both collapsed in laughter and exhaustion. Robin stood and as she walked past us, and in a motherly tone said "Now don't wear yourselves out before the company comes."
Clay gave me a weak high-five, then half crawled, half rolled back into the pool to wash himself off. As for me, I limped into the house and collapsed in the shower. What madness had I gotten myself into?
more to come