What A Deal I Made

This story includes homosexual content. If it is illegal for you to read such material or if such material offends you, read no further.

The characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

What A Deal I Made

by Mark Writer

As I checked out a library book, I looked at my watch. It was 2:30. Steve's class ended at 3:00. I had to get ready before Steve got home from his class. I jumped in my car and kept my fingers crossed I wouldn't get another ticket as I sped from campus to the apartment. I rushed to my room, undressed and pulled on the jockstrap that Steve likes me to wear. I hurried into the living room, reclined on the couch and waited for Steve's return.

I marveled at the fantastic deal I had made. I was out from under my strict parents' thumbs, and I got to live with two hot friends I had secretly lusted for and fantasized about throughout high school. Best of all, I got to fulfill my long time fantasy, sucking and fucking my two gorgeous, horny friends and roommates, Steve and Mark. They thought our deal was great, too. It was their idea.

• • • • It all started when we decided to attend the same university not far from our hometown. I looked forward to leaving home and being on my own, but my parents were quick to ruin those plans. They said I would commute from home and work part-time at dad's office. So, my freshman year I did just that. Dad furnished a down payment on a new VW for my commute. I made the car payments, bought insurance and gas for it from my paycheck, but still managed to tuck some money away.

I saw Steve and Mark on campus, and we even had a class together. I let them know how I envied their freedom and hated living at home. I told them I was saving up to move out. They had part-time campus jobs and had saved some money, too. We decided to share an apartment. Dad was furious. He said if I didn't live at home, I couldn't work for him. Steve helped me get a campus job, and the three of us rented an apartment. Steve and Mark moved from their dorm, and I moved away from home.

We rented a four-bedroom apartment with a large living room and two baths. For a college town it was a bargain at only $600 a month, utilities included. We split the telephone and cable TV bills.

It was almost more than I could take living with these hot guys, watching them run around our apartment in their briefs and boxers. I spent a lot of time admiring their sculptured bodies, bulging crotches, and hiding a tent in my pants. I lusted for both of them and wanted to approach them, but they were straight and made jokes about fags. I was sure they wouldn't want a homo living with them. I had kept my sexuality a secret, and only one person knew that I was gay.

My neighbor, Allen, had been my secret lover. He was a year younger than me and attended the Catholic school. I often stopped at his house after school. We became close friends, and we started fooling around during junior high school. By my freshman year in high school, we were jerking, sucking and fucking each other. We continued our secret sex activities until Allen and his family moved during my senior year.

I had lived with Steve and Mark about two months when my car insurance statement came. The premium had skyrocketed. I called the agent and found it was because of an accident and some traffic tickets. There was no way I could afford the insurance, car payment and rent.

I sat staring at the bill when Steve walked into the living room from the shower. He was drying his blond head with a towel and wearing only a pair of tight boxer briefs. His toned, tan body glistened. He took a chair across from me.

"You look awful, Mike," Steve said. "Is that bad news?"

"Sure as hell is," I said. "It's my damn car insurance. No way I can afford this."

Steve took the bill from me. "Calm down, Mike. Let me look at this. "Holly Shit! I see what you mean!" He threw the bill on the coffee table. "Fuck it! Don't pay it," he said.

"Don't pay it? That's easy for you to say. What if I have another wreck? I'll end up in jail."

"Well, then call your old man. Maybe he'll help."

"Sure he will, if I move home and go back to work for him. And, that ain't happenin'. I'll just have to find another job. There's no way I can pay rent, my car payment, and this on what I make."

Steve turned on the CD player and said, "Cool down, Mike. Don't flip out. Stretch out and relax, dude. We'll think of something."

I stretched out on the couch, tried to calm down, and smiled at Steve. I admired his gorgeous body as he slouched in his chair. Soon I forgot about my money problems, as my eyes were drawn to the firm bulge in Steve's boxer shorts. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I dreamed about caressing it with my hand and burying my face in that warm crotch.

Steve snapped me out of it. "Why not take a picture, Mike?" He asked as he rubbed his crotch.

I laughed. "Oh, I was just day dreaming."

"Yeah, sure you were! You like what you see, don't you? I've seen you checkin' me out before." He stood and gripped his basket. "You want this, don't you? Admit it, Mike."

I sat up. "I'm sorry, Steve. I... I was just... just...

Steve stood in front of me, his bulging basket inches from my face. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face against his boxer shorts. I could feel the heat from his balls on my chin and his hardening manhood against my cheek. He rubbed his crotch against my face. I loved the feeling and didn't resist.

"You like that? Is that what you want?"

I ran my lips up and down his swelling dick and licked the stretched cloth that covered it.

"Oh, yeah!" Steve said. "You do want my cock. You are gay! Me and Mark always thought you might be."

I leaned my forehead against his briefs and started to cry. "I guess you hate me now," I cried, "...now that you know I'm gay."

Steve rubbed the back of my head. "Mike, we've been friends a long time. Hell no, I don't hate you. We're still friends. I just never had a gay friend before. Just promise you won't go all fem on me, OK."

I giggled and smiled. "OK, I promise." I looked up at Steve. "But please, Steve, don't tell anyone," I cried. "I don't want everybody to know."

"I won't, but Mark already figured you were gay. We need to tell him. Me and Mark are your friends, dude. You can trust us."

I kissed his thigh. "Thanks, Steve. You two were right, you know. I've wanted you both for years. Living with you guys has made me want you even more."

"That's what I thought, Mike. I've never tried anything with a guy. But, you've got me so horny and my dick so hard, I'm ready to let you show me what it's like. But, let's keep this is just between us. Mark won't be home for at least an hour."

That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed his waistband and pulled his briefs to his knees. His hard seven-inch cock bounced and pointed straight up, and I slowly licked it from the base to the tip.

"Mmmm, yes. Mike, that feels good," Steve moaned, as he held the back of my head.

I held his stiff tool by the base and licked around the sensitive head. Steve moaned in pleasure, as I opened my mouth and slipped it over the head of his cock and cupped his ball sack in my left hand.

"Awwww! Yeah, Mike!" Steve cried, "Suck my dick!"

I nursed on the head for a few minutes, teasing the sensitive underside with my tongue. Then I slowly slipped more of the shaft into my mouth. I relaxed my throat and swallowed. The last inch slid into my mouth, and his soft pubic hairs tickled my nose.

Steve squeezed my shoulder. "Awww! Shit! Yes, deep throat me. That feels fantastic, Mike. No girl has ever done that for me." Steve began to pump his rigid pole in and out of my mouth and throat.

I could tell he was about to erupt. His balls, cupped in my hand, tightened, and his cock, as it fucked my mouth faster and faster, hardened and thickened.

"Mark, I'm about to shoot," Steve warned. "Want me to pull out?"

I wanted to feel and taste Steve's sweet juice. I pulled my head back and held just the crown between my lips while I sucked and teased it with my tongue. In a short time, his cock twitched, Steve moaned, and his warm cum gushed into my mouth.

Suddenly someone entered the apartment and slammed the door. Steve quickly pulled his cock from my mouth.

"OH, SHIT!" Steve yelled, as his cock continued shooting steams of cum onto my face.

I turned and saw Mark glaring at us. He dropped his book bag and approached us. He punched Steve's shoulder.

"Damn, Steve, that's some load you just shot," he laughed. Mark smiled at me and my cum-drenched face. "Mike must give one hell of a blowjob."

Steve ruffled my hair and slapped Mark's back. "Damn right he does. Best blowjob I ever had. He even deep throats. Mike's a real pro." He smiled at Mark. "You should let him do you."

Mark smiled at me. "What about it, Mike. Want to try mine?"

I grinned and nodded. "Sure."

"Well, go clean that load off your face while I get me a beer."

When I returned from washing my face, Mark was sprawled in the recliner drinking a beer, his shorts unzipped and open, his legs spread wide. "Well, Mike, I'm ready and waiting," he said.

Steve was sitting on the couch. "Mike said he's been wanting to do this for a long time," he said.

"I thought you had, Mike. I don't know any other dude I'd let blow me. I've heard guys give the best head, and I always wondered if that was true. I'm ready to find out. I've not been laid in days, and I'm as horny as hell."

Mark pushed his shorts down, revealing a huge bulge in his briefs. He kicked off his shoes and shorts then slowly removed his briefs. I had seen his dick soft and knew it was bigger than average, but it was hard now and huge. It must have been over eight inches.

"Mmmmm. I see you are," I said.

I knelt between Mark's muscular legs. I grasped his huge, hard cock and began to stroke. I looked him in the face. "Mark, promise me you won't tell anyone about this. It's got to be kept secret between the three of us."

Mark looked at me seriously. "You're like a brother, Mike. I'd never do that. Steve and me have thought you might be gay for a long time, and we never mentioned it to anyone. If you want people to know, you can tell them."

"Thanks, Mark," I said and licked up the sweet precum that covered the head of his cock.

"No, Mike, thank you. Uhhhmmm! Your tongue feels great." Mark said, and rubbed my head as he gulped a big swig of beer.

I lovingly licked up and down his shaft several times, before taking its huge mushroom head into my mouth. Mark's was larger than Steve's, and I had to stretch my jaws open as far as I could. I flicked my tongue across the underside, causing Mark to moan. After a few minutes of sucking, my jaws began to ache, so I took his cock from my mouth, kissed the tip and switched to his balls. I licked his warm, soft sack, tasting the salty flavor. I took one of his large balls into my mouth and gently sucked and licked it.

"Awww! Lick 'em, Mike! I love it!" Mark said.

As Mark moaned, scooted lower in the chair, and pushed his balls into my face, I continued to lick and suck one and then the other, giving them a thorough tongue bath.

"Mmmmm! Yeah! Steve, you're right," Mark said. "Mike is a pro. He really knows how to please."

I moved back to Mark's big cock, stretched my mouth around it and slowly slid it to the back of my throat. I wasn't sure I could take this monster down my throat, but I was going to try. I relaxed my throat and swallowed. More went down my throat, but I started to gag. I backed off, took a breath, and tried again. I didn't gag this time. I kept working and slowly managed to swallow all of it.

"Fuck! I can't believe it!" Mark yelled. "Mike, you are the first one that has ever been able to deep throat my whole cock."

I cautiously slid my mouth up and down his shaft. I had never felt anything like Mark's huge cock moving in and out of my throat.

"Mike, it's on its way," Mark warned and held my head between his powerful hands. "I'm gonna shoot my load right down your throat."

I felt his huge dick pulse and twitch in my tightly stretched throat. Then an explosion of Steve's seed filled my throat. I started to gag, and I couldn't breathe. I hurriedly slid his cock from my throat as cum continued to gush forth. I held the head of his cock in my mouth and swallowed its juices as fast as I could. I managed to catch and swallow every drop. When the eruption stopped, I took his deflating member from my mouth and carefully licked it clean.

Mark slumped panting in the recliner. When he had recovered and caught his breath, he leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"Damn! Mike, that was awesome! Steve was right. That blowjob was the most fantastic I've ever had. Not to boast, but I've had my share, and yours was the best ever."

I got up and sat next to Steve on the couch, and listened as my roommates continued to praise my cock sucking skills. I became distracted when I saw my insurance premium notice on the coffee table. I picked it up and stared at it.

"What's that, Mike?" Mark asked.

"It's my car insurance bill," I said. "They've raised my premium."

Steve said, "He's worried about how he's gonna pay it."

"Shit! It looks like I can afford to either drive or live in this apartment. There's no way I can do both on what I make."

"Maybe we can help," Mark said.

"I don't want charity."

"I'm not offering charity," Mark said. "What if you didn't have to pay rent?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if you could work for the rent?"

"Are you thinking what I am?" Steve asked Mark with a sly smile.

"I don't get it guys," I said. "What's your idea?"

Mark said, "I think you just demonstrated a skill that could be traded for rent."

"I'll second that," Steve agreed. "You really worked at it, and it was work you seemed to enjoy."

"You mean pay the landlord with blowjobs?"

"No, Mike!" Steve yelled. "But, if you would give me one every day or two, I think I could come up with half of your share of the rent."

"I'd be willing to make the same deal," Mark said. "And, Mike, it would be our secret, just between the three of us."

I smiled and tears ran down my cheek. "You guys are fantastic. Who could ask for two better friends? You have a deal!"

That was four months ago. What a deal I made. I haven't paid cash for rent since. But, I sure have enjoyed working for it.

Steve came in from class and smiled at me. He put his books on the desk and walked to the couch. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossed it on the back of the couch and sat next to me.

I pecked kisses across his smooth, firm chest and unbuckled his belt. As I undid his pants, Steve snapped the strap on my jock.

He smiled and said, "Well, Mike. I see you're dressed in my favorite work outfit. You ready to work-off some rent."

I slid Steve's pants off, squeezed his bulging crotch and licked my lips. "Oh yeah!" I said, "I'm ready to do some work for my rent."

I grabbed his boxer shorts and removed them. I leaned forward licked his cock and hungrily sucked it into my mouth.

Steve rubbed my neck and back. "Awww!" Steve moaned. "Mark, I love the work you do for your rent."

I lifted my head and smacked my lips, "Mmmmm! I love the work you have me do for my rent."

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