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 TITLE: New Housemate
PART: 1 of 2
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF cons size exhib
SUMMARY: Tommy's new housemate is a hit with the ladies!  Inspired by a
friend of mine.

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   "Hey Tommy," the deep voice spoke when he answered his ringing cell
phone.  "It's Al.  Just wanted to let you know I'll be there in about 15
minutes.  Sorry I'm running a few minutes late."

   "No problem," Tommy said.  "See you in a few." The 42 year old man hung
up and checked the clock.  Well, it was about time for the school bus to
drop off the neighborhood kids, so he might as well wait outside; that way
he'd have some eye candy while waiting on his potential new housemate.

   It was a pleasant spring day, with a healthy breeze, and Tommy sat on
his porch chair as the school bus came up the street and pulled to a stop a
few houses down.  Several high school seniors got off, all girls, and Tommy
admired them all, but as always his eye was drawn most to Beverly.  The 18
year old girl was a gorgeously cute young Asian lass, with big dark eyes
and long dark brown hair, currently in pigtails.  She was wearing a pink
blouse and tight yellow leggings that emphasized her ass.

   Tommy instantly got a hard-on, and was glad for being a few houses down,
lest any of them see the bulge in his trousers.  He wished he had time to
go inside and rub one out, but Al was due any minute-

   And there he was, a Honda Civic coming up the street and pulling into
his driveway.  Tommy swallowed, forcing his erection down with an exertion
of will, and stood up as Al got out of the car.  The 42 year old man's eyes
widened.  Al was a huge bear of a man, well over 6 foot tall, and made of
solid muscle that bulged through his tight white t-shirt.  No wonder he had
such a deep and resonant voice over the phone.

   "Hey there!" That baritone greeted him as the big man waved.  "You're
Tommy, right?"

   "Yes, sir," the older man said, shaking his hand.  "Al?"

   "Pleased to meet you," the giant man shook his hand firmly.  "And can
the 'sir' nonsense, I'm younger than you are."

   Tommy allowed himself a grin.  "I was in the military for years.  Old
habits die hard, I'm afraid.  Come in!"

   "Sorry I'm late," Al apologized again as he followed Tommy in.  "It was
a girl...  I'm sure you understand." Tommy laughed, smelling the musk of
dried sweat and sex on the big man, and agreed.

   They made themselves comfortable in the den, and Tommy opened two cans
of beer for them as they discussed the housemate arrangement.  Tommy then
showed him what his space would be: a bedroom - formerly the guest room -
connected to its own private bathroom, plus the spare room next door,
currently empty.

   "You're not off-limits from the rest of the house though," he chuckled.
"You're free to use the den and the kitchen and all that, of course."

   "Wow," Al gaped.  "All that for just a grand a month?  I feel like I'm
robbing you."

   "I make decent money," Tommy assured him, "so no need to guilt yourself
on my account." He knew Al made decent money too; he seemed the ideal
housemate.  He was polite, well groomed, and had a steady job.

   Al chuckled.  "Well, I can go ahead and give you the first month's rent
right now as a deposit.  I'll get my stuff moved over here on the first."
He paused.  "Just one thing: am I allowed to bring people over to my room?"

   "Well, of course," Tommy said.  "As long as they're not too rowdy, or
druggies or anything."

   "No druggies," Al assured him.  "They can get pretty rowdy though - but
only in bed!" Tommy chuckled and rolled his eyes good-naturedly.  "I do
have girls over pretty often," he admitted.  "I'll make sure to lay down
the ground rules for them; if you ever have a problem with any of them,
just let me know, and I'll meet her elsewhere."

   "Thanks," Tommy said, "but I'm sure things will be fine.  Welcome to
your new home, bud!" They shook hands and finished their beers before Al
left.

   The following week on the first of the month, Al came back, pulling a
small rented U-Haul trailer behind his Civic.  Tommy already had a bed and
dresser in the bedroom, but Al had a bit more furniture that he was going
to use for the spare room.  Tommy offered to help him, but Al shrugged away
his attempts, hefting every piece with an effortless grace that Tommy
couldn't help but envy a bit.

   They had agreed on which cabinets would be set aside for Al to keep his
food, but Tommy was surprised when his new roommate filled two whole
cabinets with nothing but breakfast cereal.  A wide variety of it too:
Lucky Charms, Fruit Loops, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Count Chocula, Trix,
Cheerios, Kix, Cookie Crisp, Apple Jacks, Cocoa Puffs...the list went on.
Al put on stickers that labeled the cabinets with his name.  Tommy wondered
why he felt the need to that.

   Al must have seen his expression.  "It's so my girls know which cabinets
they can eat from," he explained, and Tommy nodded.

   "Don't worry," the older man said.  "If I meet any of your girls in the
mornings, I'll be discreet."

   "Huh?" Al gave him a blank look.

   Tommy laughed.  "I won't let on that you're sleeping with other girls."

   Al barked a laugh.  "Oh, don't worry about that.  They all know about
each other.  We're all just fuckbuddies, no strings attached."

   Lucky man, Tommy thought.  Of course, given that he practically dripped
virility and masculinity, it was no wonder he had multiple girls eager to
bed him.

   That night, Tommy was in his room upstairs, when he heard the front door
open and close, followed by giggling and conversation.  Sounded like Al was
home...and he'd brought one of his girls with him.  He briefly considered
going down to meet them, but rejected that idea; he didn't want to make
them feel self-conscious.

   That was shortly followed by muffled noises that Tommy could only assume
was loud fucking.  He grinned good-humoredly.  Good thing all the rooms
were sound-proofed; otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

   He jacked off that night while thinking of Beverly in those hot little
leggings, before going to sleep.  The next morning, he rose early; as he
had told Al, military habits died hard.  Dressing, he went downstairs to
eat his breakfast.

   There was a figure in the kitchen, turned away from him.  Al's companion
of the previous night, Tommy assumed.  Odd, she was quite short-

   His breath left him in a rush as the figure turned around to reveal none
other than his neighbour Beverly!  "Hi, Mr.  Tommy!" the 18 year old
greeted him brightly.  "Al told you I was coming over, right?"

   She was pouring cereal into a bowl - some of Tommy's cereal actually,
though he would never tell her that - and he looked in awe at her.  She was
wearing only cotton white panties and one of Al's shirts, unbuttoned.  He
kept getting tantalizing glimpses of her dark caramel nipples as the folds
of the shirt drifted back and forth, and the part of her torso that was
constantly visible through the unbuttoned front was smooth and luscious to
see.

   Naturally, he popped an instant boner, and sat down quickly on the other
side of the table to hide it.  "No," he finally managed to say.  "Al didn't
say who it was he was bringing over."

   "That big dummy," Beverly giggled as she poured her milk and sat down.
Part of the shirt had slipped to the side, completely baring her left
nipple - a tiny taut pebble of lush succulent young beauty topping her
small round tit - as she ate.  She didn't seem to notice, but Tommy was
hypnotized by it.

   The simple motions of her hands grasping the spoon to lift up cereal to
her mouth, and the motions of her face and jaw as she chewed, were
mesmerizing to him.  Everything about her turned him on, and here she was
sitting half-naked in his own kitchen!

   "How long have you...  known Al?" he worked up the courage to ask.

   "Um..." Beverly counted up on her fingers, those heart-renderingly
beautiful fingers.  "5 months?  I think.  Don't ask me to count how many
times we've fucked," she tittered naughtily, "I don't have enough fingers,
or toes, for that!"

   "So you've slept with him...  a lot then?" Tommy imagined his big bear
of a housemate atop this tiny little angel, her naked body writhing under
his.  He shook his head to clear it.

   "Oh yes, lots!" Beverly giggled again, the sound like music to his ears.
"He's so biiiiig." She had a dreamy expression on her face as she
remembered.

   "Looks nearly 6 and a half feet," Tommy agreed.

   "No, not that, silly," Beverly said.  "I mean his cock!"

   He speculated how big a dick that giant man would have.  "Well," he
pointed out, "grown men have much bigger dicks than teenagers."

   "Yeah, but Al has a way bigger dick than grown men!  I tried to measure
it once, but all I had was a ruler, and it was longer than that."

   Tommy tried not to gape.  "A ruler?  A foot-long ruler?"

   "Right," Beverly nodded happily.  "It gets sooooo deep inside me, makes
me feel like I've died and gone to heaven.  And the way it stretches me, oh
god!" She looked slightly delirious just remembering.

   "How..." Tommy blushed slightly at his boldness.  "How big around is
he?"

   "I dunno," Beverly shrugged.  "I guess about as thick as a coke can.  I
can't make my fingers meet around it."

   Tommy couldn't banish the image of Al and Beverly fucking now,
supplemented by a giant cock protruding from Al's crotch to slam into
Beverly's 18 year old Asian twat.  All that ecstatic shrieking he'd heard
last night...  that had been Beverly!

   "Now look what you've gone and done," the teenage girl tittered.  "I'm
horny again.  Maybe I can convince him to jump my bones again before I
leave."

   "You'll have to take a shower again," Al pointed out, emerging from his
bedroom, clad in nothing but pajama pants.  His chest was all corded,
rippling muscle.  "Your mum always scolds me if you're not cleaned off when
you get home."

   "Sure," Beverly agreed, "if you take that shower with me!" She poked him
as he took a seat next to her.  "You were still sleeping earlier, you big
lump, and I had to take a shower all by myself!" She put on an adorable
pouty face, and Al laughed, leaning his face in to hers for a bite. 
Beverly obliged him, putting a full spoon to his mouth.

   Al chewed and swallowed, then looked at the cereal.  "Baby," he said
gently, "you're eating Tommy's cereal."

   Beverly blinked.  "I am?" Al indicated the cabinets labeled with his
name - the ones full of all the breakfast cereals!  "Oops!  I'm sorry, Mr.
Tommy!"

   "It's just fine," Tommy waved it away, managing a small smile.  "I don't
mind at all."

   "I'll get you another box," Al promised him.  "Really sorry about that."

   "No, no," Tommy insisted.  "Honestly, I'd be embarrassed if you did
that. Besides," he turned a smile - one which he hoped wasn't too obviously
lustful - on Beverly, "I'm honored that such a beautiful young lady is
eating my cereal!"

   Beverly giggled cutely, and ate her last bite.  Al cleaned her bowl for
her and set it in the dish drainer before he plucked her out of her chair
and onto his shoulders as she squealed happily.  Tommy got an excellent
view of her pantied ass as Al carried her back into the bedroom.

   The banging noises and rapturous screams that followed only made Tommy's
erection harder, almost painfully so.  His pajama pants were nearly soaked
through with pre.  He should really go back upstairs and jerk off, leaving
these two lovers to their privacy.

   But...  he was sure the keyhole would offer an adequate view of the
copulating man and girl...

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