A SUCCESSFUL YEAR

A SUCCESSFUL YEAR

The current year had been very successful for me. I successfully graduated from school, passed the Unified State Exam with excellent marks, and entered a university in the regional center. The only circumstance that upset me was the lack of available spots in the dormitory.

Distant relatives took me in temporarily, but after living with them for over a month, they started looking at me askance, and to avoid overstaying my welcome, I began looking for a room, hoping to rent it long-term.

During a break between classes, Vovka Gusev from the second year approached me.

"Were you looking for a room?" he asked. I confirmed. "Then wait by the entrance after classes. Irzhenin

Yurka from the third year of the philology department is looking for someone to be his roommate. He rents a two-room apartment, but it's a bit expensive for him."

I thanked him for his concern and promised to wait by the entrance after classes.

A very attractive guy, taller than average with light hair down to his shoulders, approached me and introduced himself:

"Yuri Irzhenin. Are you looking for a room?" he asked.

I introduced myself in turn and confirmed my desire to rent a room. The house turned out to be two blocks from the university's main building, so transportation wasn't necessary. The apartment was cozy with a large kitchen, though admittedly with a combined bathroom. The room intended for me was small but had everything needed: a wide sofa, a table, and a small mirrored wardrobe.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Yuri after we discussed all the conditions of living together. "The TV is in my room, but we can move it to the kitchen."

"I like it. I agree." Yuri nodded contentedly. "Can I move in today?" I asked.

"Of course. Move in. I'll be home."

I told my relatives that I had been given a place in the dormitory. They were glad I was leaving, and my aunt even gave me several jars of homemade pickles and tomatoes. My uncle drove me with all my belongings in his old Zhiguli.

Yuri opened the door for me and helped bring in my things. He was wearing only tight briefs that accentuated his manhood. His figure looked good. He was moderately muscular yet looked soft, and I would even say delicate.

After unpacking my things, I took a shower and, putting on shorts and a T-shirt, went to the kitchen to cook dinner from the food my aunt had given me. Half an hour later, I invited Yuri to dinner. I had a bottle of cognac saved, and we drank a shot to our acquaintance and my moving into the apartment.

"You know, Vadik, I wanted to warn you: I like being in the apartment unburdened by clothes. At least in my room, I can be naked. And if I accidentally come out into the hallway or kitchen like that, tell me if I shock you."

"Come on, Yura. I don't want to restrict you in any way. If you like it that way, by all means. Besides, we're guys, what do we have to be shy about? By the way, I sleep naked myself," I added for some reason.

"Well, good. I'm glad we understand each other. Let's drink to that," and we drank to mutual understanding. "Yes, sometimes friends come over, but we won't bother you. We're not rowdy," he smiled.

In the morning, I ran into Yura at the bathroom door. He was coming out naked with a towel over his shoulder. I, in my underwear, covering my morning erection with my hands, hurried to the toilet. I didn't get a good look at Yuri, as it all happened unexpectedly, and he quickly went to his room.

One thing clearly caught my eye: the pubic area where hair should grow was smooth and clean on Yuri. After classes, I returned home alone. Yuri was delayed somewhere. Stripping naked, I carefully examined myself in the mirror. Previously, I hadn't been bothered by the thicket of hair on my pubic area and around my penis. And only now did I understand how sloppy I looked. I took scissors and carefully trimmed my "curls." With shorter hair, I thought I looked better.

After rinsing off in the shower, I put on my underwear and prepared dinner. By that time, Yuri had appeared.

"Great," I exclaimed upon seeing him. "Just in time for dinner."

"Sorry, Vadik. I'm not alone, I have a friend with me." Some guy was loitering in the hallway.

"It's fine. There's enough for everyone. Wash your hands, sit down."

"No. Thanks. We have urgent business. Sorry, have dinner alone. We'll work on the computer." And Yuri and his friend retreated to his room.

Deciding not to have dinner without Yuri, I also went to my room and studied a bit with my textbooks and computer. About two hours later, I heard Yuri seeing off his guest and came out of my room. Yuri was standing in his swim trunks, kissing his friend and hugging him. Seeing me, they shook hands, and the door closed behind the guy.

"Well, now we can have dinner," said Yuri, looking at me. "Have you eaten?"

"No. I was waiting for you," I replied.

"In vain. But, honestly, it's nice that you waited for me."

I went to reheat my cooking, and Yuri went to the bathroom.

"What were you and your friend doing there?" I asked during dinner.

"Oh, just nonsense. Preparing for a test," Yuri replied and smirked.

Alright. For a test, then for a test. It seemed to me he was hiding something from me. I didn't question him further, and we finished dinner in silence. Yura thanked me and washed the dishes.

"Vadik, do you have anything to wash? I'm going to start the washing machine now."

"No, probably not. Just my underwear maybe. I'll change now." I stood up and wanted to go to my room.

"Come on, don't worry. Take them off here. I'll wash mine too." And he took off his underwear in front of me and waited for me to hand him mine.

Embarrassed, I took off my underwear and handed it to Yuri, then immediately sat back down on the chair, as the table covered me. Yuri went to the bathroom and started the washing machine. A couple of minutes later, he returned. Now I could see him well. He had a beautiful penis with an exposed glans. His testicles, like apricots, rested in a scrotum drawn up close to the base of his penis. All his manhood was devoid of natural hair and looked quite impressive.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt the lower part of my abdomen filling with heaviness, and hot blood rushed to my member. I was getting aroused. Strangely, naked guys hadn't caused such a reaction in my body before. Apparently, I blushed from what was happening. Yuri, as it seemed to me, gave a slight smirk and, wishing me good night, went to his room.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I, covering my phallus with my hands, rushed to my room. After calming down a bit, I lay down on the sofa, but the erection didn't subside. I decided to relax and began vigorously masturbating, thinking of Yuri standing before my eyes in my memory.

Several days passed in the usual routine and were no different from others. University, studies, home, and so on. On Saturday, Yuri showed up around midnight. He couldn't open the door, and I had to open it from the inside. He could barely stand, trying to lean against the doorframe. Yuri was drunk, covered in dirt, and badly beaten.

I dragged him into the hallway.

"Yura, what happened?" I asked. But it was impossible to understand him; he was mumbling incoherently and threatening someone.

With difficulty, I managed to undress him. I dragged him to the bathroom and, filling the bathtub with warm water, somehow got him into it. I doused him with cold water several times to bring him to his senses, then started washing him. I soaped him all over and stopped when it came to soaping his genitals.

What could I do? It had to be done. And I boldly but carefully continued my task. I must say, I enjoyed soaping his scrotum and feeling his testicles. Then, with one hand, I pulled back his foreskin and applied soapy gel to the glans and under its corona. Probably, I paid too much attention to this, and it seemed to me that Yuri's penis began to harden, as did mine, by the way.

I had to remove my hands, but before that, I ran my hand over his anus. That needed to be washed too. I was in white underwear and naturally got them wet. The wet fabric was translucent, and through it, you could see how tense my phallus was.

Finishing the washing, I helped Yura get up and thoroughly rinsed him with warm water. Then I started drying him with a towel and, of course, touched his penis again, which was in a semi-aroused state. Then we went to the kitchen. I sat Yuri down and started treating his wounds and abrasions. A bruise had formed under his left eye, and I applied a compress there.

"Yura, don't you want to tell me what happened?" I asked.

"Went into the wrong place. It's nothing serious," he replied. "Better pour me a drink," he asked.

I poured him a shot of cognac. He drank it, and it was clear he felt better. His gaze became meaningful and even sly.

"Why are your underwear wet?" he asked, looking me over.

"I was washing you, so I got wet," I replied.

"Take them off. No need to walk around in wet underwear," he said. Then he shifted his gaze to himself. "I'm naked too, after all."

"Okay. I'll just go to the bathroom. Need to deal with your clothes."

I stuffed what could simply be washed into the washing machine, including my own underwear. Yura's dirty pants and jacket I soaked in the bathtub.

"Yura, come on, I'll put you to bed," I offered when I returned to the kitchen. He looked me over carefully and lingered his gaze on my genitals. Then he nodded, and I led him to the bedroom.

After putting Yura to bed and covering him with a blanket, I turned on the nightlight and turned off the main light. Opening the door to leave, I heard Yura's voice.

"Vadik, sit with me for a bit, or I'll have nightmares." I sat on the edge of the bed. "Better lie down next to me," he asked.

I was surprised by his request.

"Yura, how do you imagine this—two naked guys in one bed?" I asked.

"So what? What's wrong with that?" he asked in turn. "Lie down." And he moved over and made room for me.

I lay down and covered myself with the blanket. Our bodies rested a couple of centimeters apart, and from such closeness, I instantly became aroused. I think Yura guessed it. He put his hand on my left thigh and lightly stroked it. Then his fingers reached my penis.

"Wow! It's standing up nicely," Yura whispered.

"I think it should be left alone, or it might spray you with its juice," I said.

"That would be premature," said Yura. "Don't you want to touch mine?"

Silently, I reached out and touched his hard, hot shaft. Taking it in my fist, I began to lightly masturbate him. We lay like that for several minutes without saying a word. Then Yura let go of my penis and moved my hand away from his.

"Vadik, let's go have a little drink," he suggested.

We got up and went to the kitchen, pressing our penises against our stomachs. After drinking a shot of cognac, Yura smoked, which he rarely did.

"Vadik, have you ever been with boys?" he suddenly asked.

"No," I answered honestly. "Haven't had the chance."

"Would you like to try?"

"What, become a fag?"

"Why a fag right away? There are other definitions—gay or bisexual," Yura replied, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. He drank another shot. "I have a request for you. Fuck me now, or I won't sleep. I'm really asking you."

Now that's a request! I never would have thought Yura was a gay bottom. Didn't even entertain the thought. So what if he likes to be naked, who doesn't? That doesn't speak to sexual orientation.

"Well, I don't know," I said hesitantly. "I've never done this before."

"Nonsense! You'll learn. Just like with a woman, only much more pleasant. Come on."

In the bedroom, he took out a box with condom packages and a tube of lubricant from the nightstand. Yuri stroked my penis a bit, but it was hard enough and ready for use. He tore open a package and sheathed my rod in a rubber armor, applying lubricant to it. He also lubricated the entrance to his hole and lay on his back, raising and spreading his legs.

A view of the dark spot of his anus opened before me. The natural opening was outlined by a tattooed circle with an intricate pattern. Original, damn it. The perineum was also neatly shaved. I brought my penis to his anus but was afraid to enter.

"Vadik! Come on, enter me," Yura said loudly.

Apparently, his shout worked, and I pressed the glans to the dark spot, applied slight pressure, and my shaft began to invade the still-unknown narrow and hot space. And while my end was making this journey, Yura emitted light moans and encouraged me.

Finally, my balls pressed against his perineum. Yura put his legs on my shoulders and said:

"Well, come on, fuck me as hard as you can."

I began making thrusts, light and careful, but Yura wasn't satisfied with my caution and started demanding that I fuck him harder and more vigorously. I had to exert myself and increase the pace, trying to penetrate as deeply as possible. Apparently, Yura liked it, and he began emitting light erotic moans and even thrust back at me. With one hand, I started caressing his shaft, which stood like a pillar.

But, unfortunately, I knew I wouldn't last long. The prolonged arousal before the act had to end sometime. Several times, waves of passion and orgasm washed over me, but I tried to hold back and distract myself, thinking, for example, about some law of physics or recalling a mathematical formula I didn't need now. This helped for a while, but then it all started repeating.

"That's it, Yura!" I rasped. "I'm coming!" And with a kind of wild roar, I began shooting semen into the condom.

At that time, Yura also tensed up, he grunted something, and his penis made several ejaculations of semen, which fell in large drops on his chest and stomach. I pulled out of Yura, and he lowered his legs. Looking at my end in the condom, which was full of sperm and still twitching, I confirmed that I had come well.

"You really fucked me good, Vadik.