It was a few weeks after I’d moved into my new apartment. I’d asked my parents to finally let me move off campus this year, now that I was Junior. Don’t get me wrong, the dorms are fine and everything, but I was looking forward to the chance to have some space to myself. It was a one bedroom apartment, though that description was a bit generous–it was more like a glorified studio than anything else. Still, everything was functional and relatively clean, and only about five minutes off campus. The complex had a pool–not that I really was planning on swimming or anything–and everyone’s apartment had a little balcony that looked out over it–none of them were exactly private, but hey, that’s apartment life, right?
It was late summer and still sweltering–I’d already learned to regret going to school somewhere hot–and the apartment didn’t have air conditioning. I was…a big guy, alright? I’d done both the Freshman and the sophomore thirty-five, and so I was sweating like a pig, and the breeze was one of the few things that I could do to cool myself down during the day, and that’s when I first met Jed. He was my next door neighbor to the left, and he was out on the balcony as much as I was, thought he did it because he smoked these fat cigars almost non-stop. The apartments were allegedly smoke free, but everyone looked the other way, as long as our places didn’t stink too much when we moved out. He had a big beard, always wore these wife beaters which showed off his hairy arms and chest covered with a riot of tattoos. We chatted a bit at first, but he didn’t seem like one for much communication.
Now, the other reason I’d wanted an apartment of my own was something my parents didn’t need to know about, and that’s that I was a bit of a slut around campus…and around town. I was on Growlr all the time, and I’d had enough of my roommates walking in on me and some other guy with his cock in my mouth, or mine in his ass. Needless to say I took advantage of my new freedom almost immediately, hooking up with a few guys I hadn’t seen all summer. I don’t know when Jed figured it out–I sure didn’t tell him. He probably ran into someone leaving or heading for my apartment, and must have put two and two together…since I knew a few guys who weren’t known to be quiet or subtle in bed. It was late one night, and I couldn’t sleep in the heat. No one was around who wanted to fuck, and so I was out on the balcony on my phone, cooling off in my underwear, when I realized I wasn’t alone. Jed was out on his balcony, and he was looking at me…and groping himself, lips wrapped around one of those big cigars of his.
Now, at that moment I thought I was pretty lucky, since I’d always had a thing for the rough daddy type. I cruise him a bit, slip my hand down the front of my pants and start fondling myself–and that’s when he gets this disgusted look on his face. “Fucking faggot, did I say you could fucking touch yourself? Get your hand out of your fucking shorts.”
Fuck, one of those. I should have figured as much. I thought about just going inside and not even dealing with this, but, well, I was horny. I’ve never been known to make the best decisions when I’m horny. So I pulled my hand out, and watched him for a bit. He just kept groping himself, wouldn’t let me see his cock, and I was getting bored. Eventually I said something like, “You just gonna stand there, or you gonna do something with that?” He just glared at me, and then went back into his apartment. I went back into my apartment too and tried to get back to sleep. It was an hour later that someone started knocking at my door, and I got up, peeped through, and saw Jed on the other side, pounding away, smoking a cigar, a bottle of booze in his hand. I only opened the door to tell him to go back to his place, but as soon as I turned the handle he slammed the door into my face, and I stumbled back, blood streaming from my nose, and he was on top of me, ripping away my underwear.
It didn’t hurt, really. I…might have been busy with a toy at the moment. I didn’t even really mind the roughness, if he’d just thought to ask, you know? I just let him have his way, it was easier, and he was a pretty good fuck–nice thick cock, though he stank of smoke and booze in the moment. He came after a few minutes, and without anything else stood up and left me there to push myself up, avoid dribbling any more blood on the carpet from my nose, and shut the door behind him.
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