HAPPY HOUSE WARMING

HOUSE WARMING

With the start of the new academic year, I was finally given a place in the university dormitory. I had successfully moved to my second year and was glad that my wanderings through private apartments were coming to an end. Especially since I had to rent not a separate place, but just a bed.

My roommate Borya Novozhilov from a parallel stream welcomed me hospitably. We had been well acquainted during the first year.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and I decided to have a housewarming party, especially since Borya had been hinting at it openly. When I started setting the table, Borya went out somewhere. Five minutes later he returned and ordered me to pack up all

my preparations.

"We're taking everything with us and going to Klindukh's room," he said categorically and began gathering the food and drinks into bags.

I asked him to explain why we had to go to Klindukh's place and not him to ours, which would have been more reasonable. Borya explained that Klindukh was a dormitory veteran and was considered something like a headman. He had served in the military, resolved all issues that arose between the dorm residents according to his own code, and you had to be polite and careful with him.

"You gotta show him respect, understand? Then he'll treat you accordingly."

Well, okay. If it's necessary, it's necessary.

We gathered everything I had prepared into bags and went to the room of the almighty Klindukh. He was lying on the bed in his underwear with his eyes closed. When he got up to shake my hand, he looked like a gorilla. Covered in dark hair all over, he evoked an unpleasant feeling of squeamishness. But he didn't smell of sweat. Muscles rippled all over his body, and my palm disappeared in his huge paw. A substantial bulge was visible in his underwear. He was about 190 cm tall. But his dark green eyes seemed sad and naive to me.

"Klindukh," he introduced himself, shaking my hand.

"Sergey," I introduced myself.

He lived in the 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 Borya, who had managed to lay out the snacks and drinks on the table. And off we went! We started raising glasses to my housewarming, to me living well and happily in the dorm, and 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 get any more vodka. Get some port wine, and plenty of it," he instructed me.

When I returned, the door to Klindukh's room was locked. I knocked. Borya opened the door for me, who, like Klindukh, was already in his underwear.

"Why did you lock yourselves in?" I asked, putting the bottles on the table.

"The dorm supervisor was making rounds," Borya answered me.

"Strange," I thought. "I think I saw the supervisor in the store. Or maybe I just imagined it?"

"And why are you in your underwear?"

"It's stuffy. By the way, you should undress too, so you don't overheat. We're going to be sitting for a long time."

I looked at Klindukh. He nodded.

Alright. Underwear it is. We shower in the same place anyway and see each other completely naked. I undressed and, like everyone present, remained in my underwear.

We continued the feast, only now we were drinking the disgusting port wine. We smoked right in the room and stubbed out the cigarette butts in a tin can.

In between glasses, Klindukh would take the guitar and sing, or rather bellow, songs about special forces and other military-themed ones. It was fun and it seemed to me that I had no better friends than these two guys...

At night I woke up. First, I was terribly thirsty, and second, I urgently needed to take a leak. And I didn't even know what to do first. And I couldn't figure out where I was. Loud snoring was coming from the left. Borya doesn't snore in his sleep.

I got up and discovered I was naked. Damn it! What's going on, or rather, what happened? Now I understood I was in Klindukh's room. I had passed out, and they had laid me on the sofa. But why naked? By the way, my butt was kind of sore. Running my hand over my anus, I felt something sticky with a specific smell. Damn it! It seems I got fucked while I was lying there unconscious! My whole ass is in cum and it hurts too. I'll kill those faggots!

Yes, but first I need to take a leak, my bladder is about to burst. Where are my underwear? I started groping around the sofa, but they weren't there. I accidentally stepped on something soft with my bare foot. Picking it up, I realized it was my underwear, put them on, and in the dark, guided by the light seeping 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 underwear and rinsed my butt with cold water. Good thing it was night and there was no one in the corridor or the toilet. Then I greedily pressed my mouth to the faucet and drank some raw water.

Entering Klindukh's room, I bumped into a chair and knocked it over. The snoring stopped and suddenly the light came on. Klindukh was sitting on the bed, in his birthday suit, and couldn't understand what was happening. A wall lamp was burning above his head.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?" he asked, looking at me with bewildered eyes.

"I bumped into the chair," I replied. "But it's you I wanted to ask, Klindukh, what happened here?"

"Ah, it's you, Seryoga," he sighed with relief. "And what happened here? We were drinking, I think."

"And then what happened?" I insisted.

"We went to sleep, that's all."

"And before that?"

"I remember: you passed out, we laid you down, and then we went to bed ourselves. I stayed here, and Borya went to his room."

"And why was I undressed, I mean, why were my underwear taken off? And why are you naked?"

Klindukh's face showed the work of his brain, which he was straining to remember what had happened in the room.

"I always sleep naked. And why you were, I don't know."

"You fucked me while I was out cold. You bastard!"

He jumped up, quickly approached me, and grabbed me in a bear hug. I found it hard to breathe. You could feel the strength he possessed. I couldn't move.

"Don't shout," he said threateningly into my ear. "Or do you want the whole dorm to know that I fucked you and you're a little cocksucker now? Keep quiet and everything will be fine. No one will know anything."

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

"Only you and I will know about this. Okay?" he soothed me, stroking my back and legs with his huge hands.

I felt like crying, and probably I was doing it silently, as 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 scoundrel!

"Let's have a drink instead," he rummaged under the bed and pulled out a full bottle of port wine.

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

"Did you close the door?" he asked. Seeing that I wasn't reacting to his words, he waved his hand, walked to the door, and locked it with a key.

He filled the glasses again.

"Let's drink, my good one, to mutual understanding," he said and handed me a glass.

After the second glass, my head buzzed a little, and I lit a cigarette, which worsened my condition, and now what had happened didn't seem like such a tragedy to me.

Klindukh sat down next to me again and started hugging me. I sat impassively and just stared spellbound at his erect member. It was something. At least twenty centimeters and thick, framed by thickets of black hair. His balls were drawn up to the root and were large, like good plums.

Klindukh said something, but I didn't catch it. Then he started taking off my underwear, and soon I was naked again. He started playing with my privates and achieved that I began to get aroused.

"Sergunya, suck me off," Klindukh asked quietly.

"What, suck you off? I don't know how, I've never sucked before," I replied.

"Well, it's simple." He leaned back on the bed. "Take it in your hand and lick the head with your tongue, like an ice cream, and then put it in your mouth and suck, like a lollipop."

Apparently, Klindukh possessed some kind of karma or ability to persuade, because I started doing all that. I licked the head with my tongue and felt lubricant starting to emerge from the canal, then I swallowed half the shaft and started sucking.

What was surprising was something else. The feeling of squeamishness was completely absent. Even the smell of urine, which seemed to me to be coming from his thicket, was not unpleasant to me. After a while, he stopped me and started kissing. His tongue penetrated me and explored my entire mouth cavity. Somehow mechanically, I began stroking his hairy shoulders and chest, and then started squeezing his large nipples with my fingers, which elicited erotic moans from him.

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

"Wait, dear, we'll smoke later. Lie down," and he laid me on the bed.

Klindukh got some tube, squeezed cream out of it, and began rubbing it into his phallus. Spreading my legs, he applied cream to my anus as well.

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

"Bear with it, Seryoga, everything will be fine."

Klindukh pressed the head of his cock against my now non-virgin butt and pushed slightly. At first, I instinctively clenched my anus, afraid of penetration by a foreign object, but then I relaxed, and on the next attempt, Klindukh's head entered me.

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

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

Klindukh began slowly moving his piston inside me. At first, I felt nothing but a sore pain, but after a while, blood began to fill my member, and eventually, I got an erection.

I wanted to masturbate and started fiddling with my cock. Klindukh, seeing this, pushed my hand away and took my phallus in his paw and began, as they say, to jerk me off. Within five minutes, I wanted to cum, and I told Klindukh. He stopped masturbating me and for a while, the desire subsided.

Now he focused only on me. He increased the pace of his thrusts, and sometimes even pulled out of me completely, then invaded my hole with renewed force. I started to enjoy these sharp invasions and wanted him to do it more often, but I didn't say anything out loud.

My cock no longer lay down but stood parallel to my stomach, it twitched involuntarily, and the desire to cum was coming closer and more often. Finally, I couldn't hold back and started shooting semen in three salvos, hitting my own face, chest, and stomach.

At that moment, Klindukh growled and with all his might began hammering his stake into me. I felt that stake inside me start to pulsate and simultaneously eject hot liquid from itself. He made a few more movements and collapsed on me with a groan.

"Oh, how great, Serezhenka! Oh, how awesome!" He covered my face, neck, and chest with kisses, simultaneously licking my nectar.

It became hard for me to hold him on top of me. After all, there must be at least a hundred kilos of live weight in him. His body pressed me into the bed. Trying to move, I let him know it was time to get off me.

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

"Did you like it, Seryozh?" 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 haven't figured it out yet. It seems it was pleasant, but also painful at the same time. At night, I didn't feel anything, probably except pain, and I couldn't even react to it because I was out cold." I looked at him. Klindukh guiltily lowered his eyes.

"Forgive me, please. I don't know what came over me. It's all that damned alcohol," he justified himself.

"Alright. Let it go. No point talking about it now. Just answer me honestly, did Borya participate in this or just watch?"

"Borya left earlier, he was already out of it himself. We laid you down and drank the last one. He staggered off to his room. And you stayed asleep." He fell silent and smiled. "You got an erection. That's what set me off."

"Of course, it doesn't take much brains to take the underwear off an unconscious person and then fuck a defenseless one."

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

"That's it. Let's end it here. I should go take a shower." I started looking for my underwear.

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

I agreed, and we walked naked to the shower. Klindukh gently soaped my body and rinsed it with warm water. With particular pleasure, he soaped my cock, 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 rinse out my rectum, as we hadn't used a condom.

"Don't worry. I'm clean, I got checked recently at the venereal disease clinic," he reassured me.

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

We smoked. I found my underwear and put them on. Klindukh looked at me questioningly.

"I'm going to sleep in my room," I explained. "No need for unnecessary talk. Someone might see me leaving your place." I kissed him on the cheek. "Bye. See you later."

Taking my clothes, I quietly left his room and headed to mine. Borya was sleeping, snif