HAPPY HOUSE WARMING

HAPPY HOUSEHOLDING

With the start of the new academic year, I was finally given a place in the university dormitory. I successfully transferred to the second year and was glad that my wanderings in private apartments were ending. Moreover, we had to rent not separate housing, but only a bed.

My roommate Borka Novozhilov from a parallel stream received me hospitably. We knew each other well during the first year.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and I decided to have a housewarming party, especially since Borka openly hinted about it. When I started setting the table, Borka went out somewhere. Five minutes later he returned and ordered all

of my preparations to be curtailed.

— We take everything with us and go to Klinduh’s room,” he said categorically and began to collect food and drink in bags.

I asked to explain why we should go to Klindukh, and not he to us, which was more reasonable. Borka explained that Klindukh is a veteran of the hostel and is considered like a headman. He fought, he solves all the issues that arose between those living in the dorm, according to concepts, and one must be polite and careful with him.

— You have to respect him, you know. Then he will treat you accordingly.

Well, okay. It is necessary, it is necessary.

We collected everything I had prepared in bags and went to the room of the almighty Klindukh. He was lying on the bed in shorts with his eyes closed. When he stood up to shake my hand, he looked like a gorilla. Covered all over with dark hair, he evoked some kind of unpleasant feeling of disgust. But then there was no smell from him. The muscles rolled all over my body, and my palm sank into his paw. A large bulge was visible in his underpants. He was about ninety meters tall. But the dark green eyes seemed sad and naive to me.

— Klindukh,” he introduced himself, shaking my hand.

— Sergey,” I introduced myself.

He ​​lived in a room alone. Instead of a second bed there was an old sofa. We moved the table to the sofa and sat down on it with Borka, who managed to put snacks and drinks on the table. And the soul rushed to heaven! They began to raise glasses for my housewarming, for me to have a good and fun life in the dorm, and so on, so on and so forth...

When the vodka ran out, Klindukh asked me to run to the store and gave me money.

- Just don’t take any more vodka. “Take some port wine, and plenty of it,” he admonished me.

When I returned, the door to Klinduh’s room was locked. I knocked. Borka opened the door for me, who, like Klindukh, was already in his shorts.

- Why did you close? – I asked, putting the bottles on the table.

— Yes, the commandant came,” Borka answered me.

— Strange,” I thought. “I think I saw the commandant in the store.” Or maybe it just seemed to me?”

- Why are you wearing shorts?

— Yes, it’s stuffy. By the way, you also undress so as not to get tired. We'll sit for a long time.

I looked at Klindukh. He nodded.

Okay. In shorts, so in shorts. We still wash in the same shower and see each other completely naked. I undressed and, like everyone else present, remained in my underwear.

We continued the feast, only now we drank vile port wine. They smoked right in the room and put out cigarette butts in a tin can.

In between glasses, Klindukh took a guitar and sang, or rather hummed, songs about special forces and others on military topics. It was fun and it seemed to me that I had no better friends than these two guys...

At night I woke up. Firstly, I was terribly thirsty, and secondly, I wanted to take a leak urgently. And I didn’t even know what to do first. And I couldn’t figure out where I was. Strong snoring could be heard from the left. Borka does not snore in her sleep.

I stood up and discovered that I was naked. Damn it! What is happening, or rather, what happened? Now I realized that I was in Klinduh’s room. I passed out and they laid me down on the couch. But why naked? By the way, my butt somehow felt sore. Running my hand over my anus, I felt something sticky with a specific smell. Damn it! Yes, it seems like I was fucked while I was passed out! The whole ass is covered in sperm and also hurts. I'll kill the fagots!

Yes, but first you need to go take a leak, your bladder is about to burst. Where are my panties? I started rummaging around on the sofa, but they weren’t there. I accidentally stepped on something soft with my bare foot. Having picked it up, I realized that these were my panties, put them on and in the dark, guided by the light pouring through the crack between the door and the floor, I went out into the corridor.

After going to the toilet and doing my business, I took off my panties and rinsed my ass with cold water. It’s good that it’s night and there’s no one in the corridor or in the toilet. Then he greedily leaned to the tap and drank raw water.

Entering Klinduh’s room, I bumped into a chair and knocked it over. The snoring stopped and suddenly the light came on. Klindukh sat on the bed in what his mother gave birth in, and could not understand what was happening. A sconce was burning above his head.

- What is it? What's the matter? – he asked, looking at me with stunned eyes.

— The chair hit me,” I answered. “But I wanted to ask you, Klindukh, what happened here?”

— Oh, it’s you, Seryoga,” he sighed with relief. - What happened here? We were drinking, it seems.

- And then what happened? – I insisted.

- Everyone went to bed.

— And before that?

- I remembered: you passed out, we put you to bed, and then we went to bed ourselves. I’m here, and Borka went to his place.

- Why did they undress me, I mean, why did they take off my panties? And why are you naked?

Klinduh’s face showed the work of his brain, which he strained to remember what was happening in the room.

- And I always sleep naked. Why you, I don’t know.

- You fucked me while I was unconscious. Scoundrel!

He ​​jumped up, quickly came up to me and grabbed me in his arms. It became difficult for me to breathe. You could feel the power that lay within him. I couldn't move.

— Don’t yell,” he said in my ear with a threat. – Or do you want the whole dorm to know that I fucked you and you are now a cock? Keep quiet and everything will be normal. Nobody will know anything.

He ​​sat me down on the bed and loosened his grip.

- Only you and I will know about this. Fine? - he reassured me, stroking my back and legs with his hands.

I wanted to cry and I probably did it silently, because I felt a few drops fall on my knees. What treachery! He took advantage of my condition and stuck his dick in my ass. What a bastard!

— Let’s have a drink,” he rummaged under the bed and pulled out a full bottle of port.

He ​​poured the wine into glasses and handed one to me. I swallowed the sweet liquid in one gulp and felt some relief. Klindukh also drank and lit a cigarette.

- Did you close the door? – he asked. Seeing that I was not reacting to his words, he waved his hand, went to the door and locked it.

He ​​filled the glasses again.

— Let’s drink, my dear, for mutual understanding,” he said and handed me the glass.

After the second glass, my head started to feel a little noisy, and I lit a cigarette, which worsened my condition, and now it didn’t seem to me that everything that had happened was such a tragedy.

Klindukh again sat down next to me and began to hug me. I sat indifferent and just looked in fascination at his erect penis. It was something. No less than twenty centimeters and thick, framed by thickets of black hair. The eggs reached the root and were large, like good plums.

Klindukh said something, but I didn’t hear it. Then he began to take off my panties, and soon I was already naked. He started playing with my parts and got me started.

— Sergunya, suck me,” Klindukh quietly asked.

- What, suck? “I don’t know how, I’ve never sucked,” I answered.

- Well, it's simple. – He leaned back on the bed. – Take it in your hand and lick the head with your tongue, like a popsicle, and then in your mouth, and suck it like a lollipop.

Apparently, Klindukh had some kind of karma or the ability to persuade, because I started doing all this. He licked the head with his tongue and felt how lubricant began to emerge from the channel, and then swallowed half of the shaft and began to suck.

Something else was surprising. The feeling of disgust was completely absent. Even the smell of urine, as it seemed to me, coming from his thickets was not disgusting to me. After a while, he stopped me and began to kiss me. His tongue penetrated me and explored the entire oral cavity. Somehow mechanically I began to stroke his hairy shoulders and chest, and then began to squeeze his large nipples with my fingers, which caused erotic moans from him.

Then he pulled me aside to stand up and pour more wine. We drank and I reached for a cigarette. But he stopped me.

- Wait, dear, then we’ll smoke. “Lie down,” and he laid me on the bed.

Klindukh took out some kind of tube, squeezed the cream out of it and began to rub it into his phallus. Spreading my legs, he applied the cream to my anus.

Kneeling on the bed, he lifted and spread my legs.

- Be patient, Seryoga, everything will be fine.

Klindukh rested the head of his penis on my no longer virgin ass and pressed lightly. At first I instinctively squeezed my anus, afraid of a foreign object penetrating myself, but then I relaxed, and on the next attempt, the head of Klindukh entered me.

I wanted to scream from the pain that pierced me, but Klindukh covered my mouth with his paw and whispered something in my ear. At the same time, he pushed his rod into my insides.

Finally, he stopped when his balls pressed against my crotch. The pain faded into the background and became dull.

The clinduh began to slowly move its piston inside me. At first I felt nothing but a raw pain, but after a while the blood began to fill my penis and eventually I got an erection.

I wanted to masturbate and I started fiddling with my penis. Klindukh, seeing this, threw away my hand and took my phallus in his paw and began, as they say, to drive the bald one. After only five minutes I wanted to cum, and I told Klindukh about this. He stopped masturbating and the desire subsided for a while.

Now he focused only on me. He increased the pace of his frictions, and sometimes even pulled out of me, and then invaded my hole with renewed vigor. I felt pleasant from these sharp intrusions and wanted him to do this more often, but I didn’t say anything to him out loud.

My penis no longer lay down, but stood parallel to my stomach, it twitched spontaneously, and the desire to cum was getting closer and closer. Finally, I couldn’t stand it and began to shoot sperm in three volleys, getting on my face, chest and stomach.

At this time Klindukh growled and with all his stupidity began to drive his stake into me. I felt how this stake began to pulsate inside me and at the same time eject hot liquid from itself. He also made a few movements and collapsed on me with a groan.

- Oh, how cool, Serezhenka! Oh, how fun! “He covered my face, neck and chest with kisses, while licking my nectar.

It became difficult for me to hold him on me. After all, it probably contains no less than a hundredweight of live weight. His body pressed me into the bed. Having tried to move, I let him know that it was time to get off me.

Klindukh stood up, lit two cigarettes and gave one to me. He also poured the wine into glasses.

— Did you like it, Seryozha? – he asked, handing me a glass.

We drank and smoked. He looked at me questioningly, waiting for an answer to his question.

— To be honest, I don’t understand it yet. It seemed pleasant, but also painful at the same time. At night I probably didn’t feel anything except pain, and I couldn’t react to it because I was passed out. – I looked at him. Klindukh lowered his eyes guiltily.

- Forgive me, please. I don't know what came over me. “It’s all damned booze,” he justified himself.

- Okay. Let's go. What can we say about this now? Just answer me honestly, did Borka take part in this or just watch?

- Borka left earlier, he was already no good. We put you to bed and had our last drink. He wandered off to his place. And you stayed asleep. – He fell silent and smiled. – You got an erection. So I was stuck on this.

— Of course, it doesn’t take much to remove the panties from a man who has lost his mind, and then fuck a defenseless person.

— Well, forgive me, please,” Klindukh asked again in a guilty voice.

- That's it. We're done here. I should take a shower. “I started looking for panties.

- Serezhenka, let’s go like this. It's five in the morning, everyone is asleep. If anything, we'll cover ourselves with towels.

I agreed, and we went into the shower naked. Klindukh gently soaped my body and rinsed it with warm water. With particular pleasure, he washed my penis, balls and anus and tried not to hurt me. Then he unscrewed the sprayer from the hose and carefully inserted it into my anus to wash my rectum, since we did not use a condom.

— Don’t worry. “I’m clean, I was recently checked at the veterinary dispensary,” he reassured me.

Returning to his room, Klindukh suggested finishing the bottle and going to bed.

We lit a cigarette. I found my panties and put them on. Klindukh looked at me questioningly.

— I’ll go to my room to sleep,” I explained. - No need for unnecessary talk. They may see me leaving you. – I kissed him on the cheek. - Bye. See you later.

Taking my clothes, I quietly left his room and headed to mine. Borka was sleeping, snoring in his sleep. The night light was burning on my bedside table, and I could see that Borba’s panties were pulled up like a tent - a morning erection, as usual.

Closing the door, I took off my panties and lay down on the bed, covering myself with a blanket up to my chin.

— Still, this Klindukh is a good fellow. And I felt good with him. We will probably need to continue our relationship with him. After all, he is my first man. A bear, but a gentle one. Well, okay, life will show how it will be further,” I thought as I fell asleep.

BERLI (Eristavi).