Stan finds himself confined with a very handsome roommate! As the days go by, the urge to test the "other side" itches more and more ... My name is Stan, I am of English origin but I have lived in Paris for several years. I arrived in Paris as part of my master's degree in architecture with the Erasmus program and, of course, I settled in a shared flat. It turned out that a French company offered me a job very quickly, so I settled permanently in the capital. Shared accommodation being a type of accommodation that suits me very well, even having become an employee I continued to live in community. A large apartment in the 6th arrondissement therefore houses our small troop made up of Caroline, a tall blonde who is a little taciturn but who can be very funny at times, Elvire, a small Portuguese brunette with whom I slept a few times on the evenings of party where alcohol breaks down the barriers, but I suspect her to be bi, I saw her leave Caroline's room two or three times in the early morning and finally Jerome, a handsome kid who is trying to break into the modeling. Our team is doing well, there are hitches from time to time but nothing serious, living with four is a daily challenge but we meet the challenges brilliantly I must say. Every Friday we have an "empty your bag pizzas" evening, the principle is simple, we order pizzas, chianti and we unwrap what we have on our hearts with general absolution after the third bottle of the Tuscan beverage! Here! All was well in our small world when the Covid epidemic hit France. The three weeks straddling February and March were uncertain but when general confinement was pronounced, the girls packed their bags and went back to live with their respective families in the provinces while continuing to pay their share of the rent. We found ourselves together in this large apartment with Jérôme. I have to admit that this guy has it all, he's handsome and super easy going. The days were therefore organized without difficulty, one week I was doing the shopping, the following week it was him. Same ritual for cooking, taking out the trash or cleaning, we even agreed on the laundry while laughing on the theme "I'm not going to waste my best years washing your dirty panties ..." For my part, my job allows me to work from home, for Jérôme, on the other hand, it's obviously more complicated. He keeps distant contact with the agencies but no question of going for a shoot. His idleness led him to launch into small videos, Tik Toks and flood social networks with increasingly hot selfies! It is certain that two single men in their prime, confined and deprived of female partners, it can quickly turn into testosterone madness. So, when we weren't any closer than that, we started talking ass: our experiences, our fantasies, the porn we watched to masturbate. I admit that our discussions warmed me well and that my handjobs in the evening were faster than usual. One thing leading to another, we started to live naked in the apartment. It was Jérôme who started the ball rolling, I found him totally naked in the kitchen preparing his breakfast! He asked me if it bothered me but I told him that I had played a lot of football in my youth and that I was used to nudity in the locker room. The next morning I followed suit and started walking the halls in Adam's outfit like him. Obviously I'm sure he ogled my cock as I looked at his. We always compare like idiots between guys. He is hairless everywhere, he explained to me that he had had laser hair removal to the line of the buttocks, I wear a brown triangle and I shave my purses and the contours of my shaft, I do not don't like the “prepubescent little boy” aspect that a totally hairless pubis gives. His cock was long at rest and his glans was completely invisible, covered by a very long and pointed foreskin. She rested on symmetrical balls and beat rhythmically as he walked or danced naked. I gently began to imagine what she could look like erect. For my part, my cock is shorter than his when it is flabby, on the other hand it is thick and heavy on my balls which are often quite raised and very hard. Little by little we felt more and more comfortable naked in front of each other and one evening when we had a little abused an old Japanese whiskey, Jérôme offered me a handjob session common. I must be a bit of a nerd because I didn't see it coming or the sky hit me more than I expected. I accepted the proposal, we went to the living room, we got comfortable on the sofa protecting it with terry towels and we turned on the TV by selecting an adult channel. It didn't take long for us to agree on the movie (the storyline doesn't matter in these cases) and both of us get erect. The moans of two young women in the process of being sodomized together invaded the room as we began to caress each other. For my part, I like to grab my cock with full hand, I like the feeling of surrounding it like a vagina, I feel it heavy and thick in my hand, I impeccably control the pressure on my brake and the total coverage or partial of my glans by my foreskin. Jérôme, him, held it with a lot of femininity, with the tips of the fingers. Three from below and his thumb above. He came and went slowly and loosened his penis, pulling fully on its cocoon of skin, I saw its shining frenulum protrude with each stretch. It was disturbing to watch the other do, Jerome never took his eyes off my penis and I admit that I was fascinated by the grace of his masturbating movements very different from mine. The girls on the screen had launched into an Epinal image of modern porn and one of them was pulling the cock out of the other's ass, sucking it greedily before putting it back warm in the hole gaping. It was there that I felt Jerome's hand on my thigh. All at the same time I had a shiver and a movement of revulsion. I was not gay, I had never had any experience and it had never even crossed my mind. But the contact was warm, soft, delicate, like an invitation but not overwhelming. "Do you want to jerk off to each other? It will be more pleasant. Jerome told me without looking at me, his eyes still riveted on the increasingly savage sodomy. I hesitated a moment too long, his hand already chasing mine and his fingers resuming their instrumentalist posture on my thick shaft. I stopped thinking, at the point where we were, I could well touch another rod than mine after all. I applied the same treatment to his tail that I applied to mine, which was not right. His shaft was thinner than mine while being a little longer, but suddenly my hand was too big, my fingers overlapped. The major problem was that, being to Jerome's right, I had to masturbate him with my left hand… right-handed people will easily understand me. My actions were, in fact, insecure and I was afraid of hurting him. Jerome then opted for the self-evident solution: he leaned towards me, forcing me to release my arm, and without firing a shot engulfed my member in his mouth! I was petrified, never would I have imagined getting sucked by a guy! But the first stupor passed, I focused on my feelings while staring at the bursts of ejaculations that the two actresses took in the face. I have known partners who enjoy providing oral sex, some of them sucking with great pleasure and science. This was different, Jerome was swallowing my cock ... as I would have if I could have sucked myself. The pace was right, he didn't struggle to swallow my rod any further than he needed to but his licks were driving me crazy. He stroked my balls like I do while masturbating, not rolling the balls like a lot of women do, mistakenly thinking that all guys like it (I guess it's the same for them when you take their breasts for stress balls!). I emitted wails that seemed to come from a different mouth than mine and grabbed Jerome's hair like I do with my usual female partners. He quickened his head movements while salivating a lot, my purses were drowned, that's when I felt his hand slide inside my thigh. He wanted to have access to my anus, my straight prejudices definitely jumped out, why not I said to myself? I squirmed to move my ass to the edge of the sofa, the towel helped me there and Jerome made me, with a very soft gesture, to raise my legs. I felt the coolness of saliva trickle down my tiny hole and a finger began to massage the edge of my anal sphincter. Jerome slid my fruit between his lips in a fluid movement while his middle finger took possession of my tight ring. He fucked me gently, exactly to the rhythm of his sucks. He released my cock and invested my asshole, he stuck out his finger and swallowed my stake. I screamed suddenly, saw nothing coming, he didn't move, I ejaculated forcefully and felt the contractions of his jaw as he swallowed my cum, I had a second discharge of pleasure. Jerome got up and leaned over me! He wanted to kiss me; I didn't want to ... too late, his mouth crashed into mine, he opened his lips, my lukewarm milk pours into my mouth, it was slightly sweet, I closed my eyes and let the kiss carry me away. A new scene began on the small screen, a blonde with delusional breasts sucking a black with a monstrous phallus. Without realizing it I had Jerome's cock in my hand again, the latter stretched out on the sofa, stretching his legs, pushing on his basin, the message was clear… I threw myself into the first pipe of my life … Jérôme has since initiated me into many pleasures: to male masturbators, to delaying my ejaculation as much as possible, to prostatic pleasure, this evening will be our first experience of anal penetration, in short of sodomy between boys even if I cannot yet arrive quite to me with the idea ... Promise, I'll rewrite you if I like the experience!