A ROOM ON THE FIRST FLOOR

It faced the alley and there was a lot of foot traffic

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By Richard de Orizaba

After I moved out of the fancy apartment I had subleased from a professor; I ended up at the International House where there are a couple of dozen foreign students. I had the misfortune of rooming with a very nice fellow from Ethiopia although he was the sweetest, kindest and most intelligent human being; his hygiene was seriously challenged. I could not stand it anymore and after sleeping with my head out the window where I woke up with snow on my hair; I requested a change in rooms.

As luck would have it, one of the boarders had flunked out or went on a drug binge and a room became available. It was a single room and I had to pay more for it as one might expect. But this room was located in the back of the property. This house must have been a very fancy place with a three car garage and an apartment above for the hired help. The main house itself had eight bedrooms and there were two students per bedroom. The back had three rooms where the garage used to be and two adjacent rooms that shared the bathroom. That was the room assigned to me.

The drawback? I had a lot of privacy, granted and I didn’t have to put up with a roommate that stank but the room faced a very busy alley and students would be walking up and down at all hours of the night...either coming from a party shit-faced drunk or just being noisy and obnoxious as college students often are. Then there was only a door dividing my room from this supposedly straight guy named Buster. It was locked both sides until one day that he unscrewed the hinges and came into my room and waited for me with a hard on.

We were not allowed to smoke in the rooms but since I had a ground floor room what I did was to sit on the window sill and I would be blowing the smoke to the outside. Technically I was in the room but my room didn’t stink like those of smoker’s. I know, smoking is a dirty habit and very unhealthy…but I was a smoker back then.

This happened the week after Buster moved in with his girlfriend and the room next to mine was empty. It was a balmy evening and I couldn’t concentrate on my studying. I sat on the window sill and lit up. As I was consumed in thought and thinking about sex…there were guys walking in the alley. First there was a couple of real good looking jocks; then a guy and his girlfriend then there was this young guy who could not have been any older than 19. He was sort of cute and as he went past me in the alley he smiled and waved. I hadn’t finished the cigarette when I see him come back. This time he approached me and asked me if I wouldn’t mind giving him a smoke. I did and our eyes met. I knew he wanted more than to bum a cigarette from me.

His name was Gaspar so I assumed he was Hispanic. He was a local, not a student at the University and he lived only a block and a half away. He did say that he had just graduated from high school and was working with his dad in the lawn mowing service he owned.

All the while, as he talked, his eyes kept traveling down to my crotch. Since it was a nice evening and warm enough for an autumn one I had my shorts on and no shirt. Gaspar finally made a pass as I lit another cigarette and he touched my pecs. He said that I must work out real hard at the gym and that sort of nonsense but that was his excuse to touch my chest. As he did so, automatically my dick had a mind of its own and began to get engorged with blood. It went from soft to semi-hard then to a raging hard on in a matter of seconds. Naturally, because I was wearing shorts it just pushed its way out of the side and on to the leg, peeking out a good portion of the way.

When Gaspar saw this, and judging by the expression of surprise in his face; he said: “Do you want to fool around?” I didn’t say anything, obviously I had an erection and needed some help with it. I went back into the room and Gaspar followed me.

Once inside he groped my crotch and of course brought his hand down to where the head was peeking out. I then laid on the bed and he went down on me, barely able to engulf my cock with his mouth. He knew he couldn’t service me that way so he got it out of his mouth, looked at me with puppy eyes and said: “Richard, would you fuck me?”

I turned him around, reached over to the night stand and got some lube. I applied generously to my cock and in his ass crack. I proceeded with a penetration that I know was painful to him but it didn’t take long for Gaspar to begin his enjoyment. “Oh, fuck, that is the biggest cock I have ever had up there, ah, fuck, shit man, oh, oh, fuck me Richard, fuck my ass”

I fucked Gaspar for a good half hour. I was ready to shoot my wad three times but pulled out to cool off but began to suck him instead. He shot his wad as I got his cock in my mouth. I got back to fucking him and again pulled out and sucked him again. He didn’t fail me, he shot his wad once I applied the gargling technique on him. One last time I penetrated him and this time I fucked him really hard…I had no mercy and Gaspar was whimpering and moaning…until I finally deposited all my man juice into his awesome ass.

He left the same way he came in…through the window. A couple of days passed and I was reading in bed, ready to go to sleep when I hear a tap in the window. It was Gaspar ready to get fucked. This went on for a few more times until I finally left the window open; Gaspar would crawl in, hop into bed with me and back his ass to my cock. It is a good thing that this happened just as the semester was ending because I moved out to the house on Ethridge Street. I understand that the new tenant to my first floor room at International House had a visitor in the middle of the night. I can imagine the surprise he must have gotten when Gaspar backed his ass to his cock when he was half asleep.