Sharing Off-Campus Housing
 by: Hankster

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My son attends The State University of New York in Albany.  It’s a large institution.  To make life easier on themselves, the Housing Department assigns dorm rooms alphabetically to entering freshman.  My son’s name is Arlen Bender, and his roommate’s name is Alan Benson.  You can imagine the confusion that could cause, but the boys made a plan the very first day they met.  Alan calls Arlen, Arlie, and Arlen calls Alan, Al.  They introduce themselves that way to the myriad of new acquaintances they are making at the university.

They went to the same high school in New York City.  They barely knew each other there, but since they became roommates, all that changed soon enough.

In spite of the similar names, and the fact that they attended the same high school, the boys could not be more different in appearance or in their backgrounds.  Arlie’s mom died when he was six years old.  She developed leukemia when he was two.  She fought a brave battle, but eventually she lost.  I raised my son as a single dad, and he was an only child.  Arlie is six feet tall.  That’s one inch shorter than I am.  He has black hair, brown eyes, a swarthy complexion, a square chin, and a winning smile, which accentuates the dimple on his cheek. 

He is not much into sports.  However, he is plenty muscular from hours spent working out in the gym with me.  If I must say so myself, he’s very handsome.  So am I, but not the stunner that Arlie is.  I have no doubt, he’ll have plenty of sex at the university. 

I’m an only child also.  My family has all passed away, so there were very few holidays celebrated at our house, not even Christmas.  Instead Arlie and I travelled somewhere, and spent all our time together.  Ski trips and dude ranches were our favorite things to do.  I’m a lawyer.  I have my own practice, so I can always make time for Arlie.  Unfortunately, I have a zero social life.  My fist is my lover.  To be perfectly honest.  I’m perpetually horny.

Al’s home life could not be more different.  He’s the eldest of six kids, three boys and three girls.  His parents are hale and hearty. In fact, his dad owns a construction company, and when Al started high school, he worked for him on all school holidays and every summer.  He’s even more muscular than Arlie and that’s saying a lot.  His house is always noisy and chaotic.  All holidays are celebrated with big family get-togethers, lots of food, lots of love, and much good cheer, especially Christmas.  I wish Arlie could have experienced all that, but alas, it could not be.

Al has dark blond hair, blue eyes, and a pug nose.  He’s very fair skinned, and his face is always a little ruddy looking.  He and Arlie are the same height, and they weigh about the same.

It is obvious to me that Arlie and Al have become BFF’s.  All of Arlie’s E Mails, texts, and phone calls are always full of anecdotes about Al.  They do everything together.  He even mentioned double dating with Al a few times, and I realized that was the only time that Arlie mentioned going out with a girl.

There is one area that might be a problem, and I don’t know if they can weather it, and still remain such good friends.  Arlie wants to be a lawyer like me, and Al intends on going into his dad’s business.  Unless Arlie attends law school in New York, they’ll be separated for three years while Arlie studies law.  That could severely damage their relationship.

It was no surprise to me that when Arlie came home for spring break, he informed me that he and Al were actively looking for off-campus housing for the rest of their college years.  I expected that to happen.

Arlie must have thought that I’d be upset.  “With two of us sharing the housing costs,” he said, “it should be cheaper for you and Mr. Benson.”

I laughed and said, “No doubt!.”  I left it at that.  “What will you boys be looking for?” I asked.

“A furnished one bedroom or a studio apartment,” Arlie told me, and for some reason he looked away from me.

“That’s fine, but what if one of you wants to bring home a girl.”

Arlie didn’t answer.  His face was still turned away from me.  “Dad,” he blurted out as if he needed to get something off his chest before I could interrupt him.  “I’m gay,” and he finally looked at me.  I wondered if he could see the shock on my face.

“But you can’t be gay.  You told me that you and Al double dated.”

“Yes, we double dated with another gay couple.”

“You and Al are a couple?” I asked stupidly.

Arlie nodded, and I could see the pain in his face.  My heart broke for him, and I pulled him to me, hugging him hard.

“It’s okay,” I assured him.  “Does Al make you happy?”

Arlie nodded, and began to cry.  I hugged him harder.  “That’s all that really matters.” I said, trying to sound very philosophical.

When he got back to school, I called Arlie often.  I’m sure he thought that I was a pest, but I wanted to keep reassuring him that I still loved him, and that I’d always have his back.

About a week before the end of Arlie’s freshman year, he called me.  “When you drive to Albany to help me pack my stuff and drive me home, could you stay an extra day or two?” he asked.

“Sure, but why?”

“Al and I have found a place.  I’d like you to see it before we sign a lease.  More than that, if you approve, we’d like you to help us move our stuff there, so the trip home, and future trips, will be easier for all of us.  It might help if you drove here in a rented van.  Al asked his dad to help also, but he can’t get away.  He’s counting the days until Al gets home to help him out at work.  The summer is his busiest time of year.”

“Is it a studio or a one-bedroom?” I asked.

“Here’s the thing,” Arlie said.  “A two bedroom apartment is only twenty dollars more a month than a one-bedroom, so we got a two bedroom.  We figured that you would have a place to stay when you visit, and Al’s two younger brothers are already planning a visit. 

“I hope nothing’s wrong with the place.  How come it’s hardly costing more money than a one-bedroom,” I asked out of curiosity.

“Well, it’s the same square footage as the one-bedroom.  Therefore, the rooms are smaller, but that’s fine with us.”

“How far is the apartment from campus?  Won’t you need wheels?” I asked.

“Al’s dad has a business van that he’s replacing, so he’s giving us the old one.  It’s a war horse with lots of miles, but it’ll get us back and forth to school, and back and forth for home visits, at least until graduation,” Arlie assured me.

“You said that he’s giving both of you the van.  Does he know that you’re a couple?”

“Yes, Al told his family at spring break also.  His dad was just as shocked as you were, but he accepted us, and he treats me like one of the family.”

“You have a family at last,” I said with a little sob.  “I’m really glad for you.” 

“Mr. Benson is making a backyard barbecue on July 4^th.  He invited both of us.  Please say yes, Dad.”

“Of course,” I said.  “I can’t wait to see you next week.  Book me a room for a couple of days at a nearby motel.”

“That won’t be necessary.  The rental agent said we could occupy the apartment as soon as we signed the lease and gave him a month’s rent and a security deposit.  We can all stay in the apartment for the short while you’re here.”

“That’s fantastic.  I love you,” I told him as I said my goodbyes.

On the day I was going to start out to pick up the boys, I threw my overnight bag into the back of the rented van.  I thought I was going for a ride on a routine errand.  I had no idea that I was driving to a life-changing experience.

*****

I arrived at the university at 1 PM.  I asked the boys if they wanted lunch before we went to work.  They said that they had eaten.

“I’m not hungry,” I lied.  “Let’s get going.”

Much to my very pleasant surprise, the boys had everything packed.   All we had to do was load the van, and get moving.  I couldn’t believe how much stuff they had.  It was obvious to me that we would need to make at least two trips.  We loaded the trunk first and then half the back seat.  We needed to leave room for one of the boys to sit.

We got to the apartment, and I liked everything I saw.  We concluded all our business with the rental agent, and he gave each boy a key.  Finally, we could unload the van.

Before heading back to the university for a second load, we went to a local Target and bought bed linens and towels.  I figured we’d have breakfast on the road, so we didn’t want to buy food.  We would only have to throw it out before we locked up the apartment for the summer.

Al stayed behind to make the beds, and to start unpacking.  Arlie and I went back to the university to get the rest of their belongings.  Between a fully loaded rear seat and the trunk, we had plenty of room, and we finished loading the van quickly.  When we got back to the apartment, the three of us unpacked the rest of the boxes, and put everything away in record time.  The boys flattened the boxes and stored them neatly in a closet for their eventual move home.

“It’s almost dinner time,” I remarked.  “I need to shower and you guys should also.   I’m taking you out to a fine restaurant.  No Burger King tonight.”

There was only one bathroom in the apartment and the boys told me to go first.  I finished my shower, and stepped out to dry myself.  Imagine my surprise.  As soon as I turned off the taps, both boys came into the bathroom, and jumped in the shower.  They weren’t embarrassed at all.  Boy did I get an eyeful.

I am never shy about my cock size, but both these boys are at least an inch longer, and a lot thicker than I am.  They are both cut, and about five hefty inches flaccid.  Only they know how big they grow when they are aroused.  I shuddered at the thought that both those massive instruments regularly invaded the other’s ass.  I may have been awed, but I could only wonder why the thought of them fucking each other did not gross me out.  Just the opposite.  The very thought of it aroused me, and I was beginning to get a boner.  I ran to my bedroom as quickly as I could.

I took the guys to a five star restaurant near the courthouse.  A lawyer friend of mine had recommended it.  As we were finishing dinner, I suggested that we turn in early because I wanted to get an early start going home.  We had tired ourselves out in the move, and I didn’t think it would be difficult to fall asleep.  They agreed with me.

Before going to bed, the boys packed the few things they were taking home with them in the van.  They took very little.  They had everything they needed at home.  I decided to pack my overnight bag in the morning.  I undressed to my boxers and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee.  I was barely finished, and I was still peeing when the boys bounded in totally naked, and started their nightly ritual of oral hygiene.  Apparently they had no shame. 

I quickly got out of the bathroom and went to my room.  I closed the door and got into bed.  The mattress was surprisingly comfortable.  The walls were paper thin, so I knew when the boys went into their bedroom.  I heard Al say, “I’ll go first tonight, sweetie, and do all the work.  You just lie back and enjoy, and when you’ve rested some, you can work your magic on me.”

“It’s never work,” Arlie said.  “It’s always a joy to make love to you.  I love you so much.”

Obviously, the boys intended on having a go at it.  I was not only shocked, I suddenly needed a drink desperately.  I assumed that their door was closed and I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water.  Never assume.  Their door was wide open.  After I drank my glass of water, I should have gone right to bed, but my curiosity got the best of me.

I walked silently to their bedroom door, and stood at an angle where they could not see me spying on them.  I had never seen two men making love, but all that was about to change.  I knew that the discreet thing to do would be to get out of there, but my feet wouldn’t move, and I watched the whole pornographic scene as it unfolded.

Al threw himself on top of Arlie and proceeded to give him a two-sided trip around the world.  He didn’t miss one square inch of Arlie’s body, and he lingered way too long rimming my son’s ass hole.  He did not ignore Arlie’s massive cock either.  Now I finally knew that they both grew to about seven and a half inches when they got hard.  Al could not get the whole instrument into his mouth, but he managed more than I would have thought. 

At some point Al ceased his activities and got off Arlie.  There was a tube of lube on the night table.  He generously coated his ass and Arlie’s cock.  He straddled his lover and sat down on Arlie’s prick, directing it into his waiting abyss.  He went in slowly, but easily.  I figured that they were both old pros by now.  I found out some time later that they both had participated in male sex all through high school.  They compared notes, and found that in some instances they had slept with the same guys.

Al was bent over, kissing Arlie passionately.  Arlie had his arms around Al, and was hugging him tightly.  All of a sudden, Al sat up, and instead of a steady pumping rhythm, he pushed down on Arlie’s cock, forcing it as far up his ass as he could.  He screamed as he came.  Obviously, he wasn’t worried about my hearing it at all.  He came before Arlie did, even though Arlie’s prick seemed to have found a permanent home in Al’s male vagina.  A minute later, Arlie came.  He thrust upward into Al’s ass, and screamed even louder.  I could only conclude that the ‘fuckee’ was enjoying the experience at least as much as the ‘fuckor.’

While I was viewing all this activity from my hidden vantage point, I should have been grossed out.  I should have wanted to barf, beat them up, and run away, but none of the above happened.  I was so turned on, my cock had grown to epic size.  It slithered out of my boxer shorts and I started to stroke it.

Finally, I got hold of myself, ran back to my bedroom, closed the door, and jacked off twice.  I’m a noisy cummer, and I didn’t care if the boys heard me or not.

*****

Arlie and I live in a brownstone in the east eighties, very close to the river.  It’s way too big for us.  I should have downgraded years ago, but I suffer from procrastination.  The house was built during the first decade of the twentieth century.  The first owner was my great grandfather.  He purchased it new for $7,000 dollars.  I could easily get a million and a half today.  The house was passed down to my grandfather, dad, and then to me.  It’s Arlie’s next, if he wants it.

Arlie was going to work for me for the summer, and Al was going to work for his dad.  The plan was for Al to live with us during the break.  The boys felt that there was no privacy in Al’s overcrowded home.  Besides, Al shares a bedroom with his two brothers.  They’re twins, and they sleep in bunk beds.  Al has a three quarter size bed.  The Bensons also live in a brownstone close by to us, but in their case, the house is too small for them. 

Al’s dad is a contractor, and he has added two bathrooms to his house.  Given the age of my house, I only have one.  It had not been a problem for Arlie and me, but now Al would be added to the mix.  I know the house is well insulated, and I won’t hear them making love, but given my experience in the furnished apartment in Albany, I am very apprehensive about a single bathroom.

From the time I invaded the boys’ privacy and spied on them, I have been so aroused, that I’m obsessed with tasting the forbidden fruit.  The boys have talked about going to a gay bar, a first for them.  I’ve even thought of asking them if I could come along, but I’m too chicken.  I decided to wait until they returned to the university and to their love nest. I plan on going alone to a bar, and try to score there.  I’m not even disturbed by this revelation.  I figure I’ll do it once and get it out of my system.  I had observed the boys well, and I believe I’ll know how to perform when the time comes.

The summer went by fast enough.  I even got accustomed to having one or both of them barge into the bathroom before I vacated it.  They were usually naked, and that aroused me even more.    They went back to school in the gifted van, and I made plans to “put myself out there.”

*****

One Friday evening, shortly after they went back to Albany, I succumbed to stereotype.  It was a warm late summer night.  I put on tight jeans, a muscle tee shirt, and sneakers without sox.  I also neglected to wear underwear.  I was self-conscious about wearing this outfit in the subway, so I took a cab to Greenwich Village.

I walked the streets, passing one gay bar after another.  I peeked in at all of them as I went by.  Some of the men on the streets were flirting with me, but it went right over my head.  Finally, I passed one bar where the patrons all seemed to be more mature, about thirty something to fifty something.  I’m in my early forties and I figured I’d fit right in there, so I went in.   The name of the bar is The Male Room.

There were no tables available, but there was one lone seat at the bar.  It was right next to where the waiter served drinks.  It wasn’t the best spot in the place, but I grabbed it.  From that seat, the bartender was able to serve me without my going to the service station right next to me.  I ordered a vodka tonic.  Once settled in the seat with my drink, I looked around me, wondering how to start my search.  Everyone appeared to be with friends.  I reasoned that I should look for another single man.  I didn’t have to wonder or wait very long.   I’m quite handsome, but I’m also a hunk.  All during Arlie’s high school years, I went to the gym with him, and we worked out together.  The sleeveless tee shirt I was wearing, accentuated my muscular body. 

Someone in his mid to late thirties came up to the order station.  As he waited for the waiter to take his order, he struck up a conversation with me.  He was a very good looking Latino.  In fact, he looked familiar to me.  I guess he felt the same way.

“Hi,” he said, “you look familiar to me.  Have we met?”

I decided not to be coy.  I came here for a reason, and I intended to do what I had to do, so I answered him.  “I don’t think we’ve met before.  If we had, neither of us would be alone in this place.”

“Wow,” he said, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“I meant it as a compliment,” I said, feeling foolish.

“My name’s Mario Santos,” He said.  “Everybody calls me Marty.  What’s your name?”

We shook hands and I said, “Robert Bender.  Everybody calls me Bob.”

Marty got his drink, and said, “There’s plenty of room against the back wall.  Why don’t you take your drink and join me?  We can get better acquainted.  Maybe we can figure out if we have met before and when.”

“I’d like that,” I said, and I meant it.  For some reason I felt foolish saying that.  It was all so new to me.

The bartender finally served Marty his drink, and we went together to the vacant space at the rear of the bar.  We placed our drinks on the railing. 

Finally, Marty broke the ice.  “How come I haven’t seen you around here before?  I’d remember a face as good looking as yours.”

I decided to tell the whole truth.  I needed Marty to guide me through this encounter without making a complete fool of myself.

“Marty,” I began, “this is my first time in any gay bar.  I’m a virgin to male sex, and I don’t want that to be my status any more.  I came here to pop my cherry, if possible, and then you literally dropped into my lap.”

“Wow,” Marty said.  “I’d love to show you the ropes, if that’s what you want.  Are you willing to divulge your fantasies to me, so I can make them come true?  I live a short distance from here, in Chelsea.  If you’d like to come home with me, we can relax and get to know each other better.”

“That’s an offer I simply can’t refuse.”

“Okay, but let’s hang out here and socialize for a bit,” Marty said.  “If this is your first time in a gay bar, enjoy it.  Tomorrow is Saturday.  I’m a self-employed attorney.  I’m free all weekend.  I can even take Monday off, if I want to.  Or should I say if we want to?”

“You’re pulling my leg aren’t you,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a lawyer too, and a sole practitioner.”

“No kidding.” Marty murmured.  “Then it was fate that we met here tonight.  This might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Marty moved into me with the intention of kissing me.  I had not considered kissing as part of my sexual investigation, but I remembered how passionately my sons had kissed each other, and I leaned in to return his kiss.  The kiss was more passionate than I would have expected, and I loved it.

We stayed at the bar for another two hours.  Marty introduced me to several of his friends.  I was thoroughly enjoying the camaraderie, but I was anxious to get laid.  Marty sensed it.

“Let’s go home now,” he said.  “We can come back tomorrow, if you still want to.”

“I know I’ll want to,” I said, and we finally started for his home.

*****

We got a cab quickly, and reached Marty’s apartment building in about fifteen minutes.  He lives on the second floor.  He let us in and I was surprised.  His apartment has two bedrooms and it is very large.  There is a kitchen, living room and a full dining room.  Laundry facilities are ensuite.

For one crazy moment, I had the fleeting thought that two guys could live here very comfortably.  I know that it’s strange, but at the bar when I was ready to leave, and now here, Marty could read my mind.

“I used to live here with a partner,” he explained, without my asking him anything.  “We only had about five blissful years, and then he ran off with a twinkie.  I’ve heard that they’ve split, but I have no idea where he is.  Out of New York, I hope.”

Once again, he approached me with the intention of kissing me.  This time, I couldn’t wait for it.  We kissed for at least five minutes.  During that time, Marty was caressing my cock, so I got up the courage and did the same to him.  I began to feel an orgasm cumming on, and once again, Marty read my mind.

He stopped stroking me, and asked, “Do you want something to drink?” 

“No thanks.  I’m good.”

“Then let’s take this into the bedroom before I rip my jeans.”  He sounded like he was begging.

“Wait,” I actually screamed.  “We have met before, and I remember where.  Do you remember about a year ago, that nasty divorce, Cohen vs. Cohen?  You represented the wife, and I represented the husband.  If we hadn’t negotiated together, and settled amicably, they would have killed each other.”

“Of course, I remember it, but I just didn’t recognize you in that sexy outfit you’re wearing tonight.”

“Same here,” I mumbled.

We finally entered Marty’s bedroom.  Both of us were scantily dressed, and we stripped in no time.  For more than a minute or two, our eyes feasted on our bodies.  I’m cut, and Marty isn’t.  We’re about the same cock size and the same height.  We both have hard muscled bodies.

Again, Marty read my mind.  “I work out regularly,” he said.

“So do I.”

“Okay,” he said.  “Tell me about your fantasies.”

I related to him how I spied on my gay son and his partner.  I described everything they did together, and how I began to obsess that I wanted to do all that also.

“I got particularly turned on by rimming and fucking,” I concluded.

“We’ll do it all,” Marty said.  “Let’s make each other very happy.” 

I think we more than fulfilled our pledge to each other.  Marty sucked and rimmed me for so long, I was sure it must be midday Saturday by the time he stopped.  I gladly reciprocated, of course.  I could not believe how much I was enjoying making love to Marty.  No way, were we just having sex.

Lastly, we fucked each other in the missionary position so we could see our faces while we were hard at it (pun intended).  I objected to using condoms, but Marty was sexually active, and he insisted. 

“If you want a repeat performance,” he said.  “We’ll get tested as soon as possible.”

“I don’t want a repeat performance.  I want a lifetime of loving you.  Marty, I can’t go back again,” I vowed.

Marty grabbed me and hugged me.  He broke out in loud, heart breaking, wracking sobs.  He frightened me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing’s wrong.  I’m just so fucking happy.  I love you,” he told me for the first of a million times to come.

We fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.  Neither of us had ever been more content.

In the morning, Marty made us breakfast.  We didn’t feel like getting dressed to go out.  While we were eating, I asked, “Have you ever thought about a partnership with another sole practitioner?” I asked.

“Never!  Not until last night.  Are you propositioning me?”

“Of course.”

“Then, I accept your offer.”

“Are you free next weekend.  I’d like us to drive up to Albany.  I want to introduce you to my sons Arlie and Al.  Boy will they be shocked.”

“It’s a date.  Should I make reservations somewhere?”

“No,” I said, “they have a spare bedroom, and I want us to be as noisy as possible.  I’m going to give them a dose of their own medicine.”

“Sounds like fun,” Marty said.

We got to Albany on Friday late in the afternoon, and took my sons out to dinner.  It didn’t matter to them at all that we were in a public place.  When we broke the news, they were all over us with wet and slobbery kisses.  Arlie couldn’t stop crying.  “I’m so happy for you,” he said over and over again.

We were very busy for the next few months.  I consulted with Arlie and Al.  They wanted no part of brownstone living.  They intended on leasing an apartment, and if they ever had children, they would consider a home in the suburbs.  I put the house on the market, and it sold in a week.  I got a million and a quarter for it.  When the dust settled, I moved in with Marty.

Marty and I spent a part of that windfall furnishing our new office.  We each had to give up our old offices which were too small for our combined endeavor.  We needed additional space for our increased office staff also.

Coincidentally, Marty has no family either.  They all chose to remain in Cuba rather than to emigrate to the United States.  Al’s wonderful family, immediately made both of us part of theirs.  We not only inherited each other, we inherited a family, complete with holiday dinners and celebrations.  Tom Benson became the brother neither of us ever had.

Contractors need lots and lots of legal protection and advice.  Marty and I did his work pro bono.  Tom objected, but we told him that we could never charge family.  An errant tear appeared on his cheek, and he hugged both of us.

Whenever the boys came home for a visit, they stayed with us.  Marty and I always made it our goal to be noisier making love than they were.  Somehow, that was getting harder and harder to do, because the boys were getting louder and louder, and lewder and lewder.

Thank goodness all that queer goings on came to an end.  The boys are married now.  They tied the knot the weekend after graduation.   Al’s two brothers were their best men.  Tom is very generous.  He pays Al well, and he and Arlie rented a beautiful apartment near Marty and me in Chelsea.  I’m paying for all of Arlie’s law school expenses while he attends Fordham Law, so finances are not a concern for them.

Finally, I am happy to shout to anyone who will listen, that Marty and I are getting married next weekend.  Al and Arlie are our best men, and Tom and one of Al’s uncles are groomsmen.  Sometimes a little voyeurism can be a good thing.  If anyone would have told me before I made that fateful trip to Albany, that I would find my soulmate, and that soulmate would be a man, I would have sent him to the loony bin.

Posted: 01/07/2022