Jackson’s visiting Australia to play baseball. While he’s missing the ease of which he could pick up girls on his college campus, an opportunity presented itself in an unlikely place.
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“Dude, how’s the Land Down Under treating you?” Darius’s face appeared on Jackson’s screen.
“Finally! He answers! I was wondering if you’d forgotten about me.”
Jackson had been trying to arrange a time for a video call with his best buddy Darius for weeks since he moved to Australia. But every time they had tried, one of them hadn’t been able to take the call for one reason or another.
“I know bro!” Darius smiled, knowing that Jackson was only joking. “Life is crazy over here.”
“I get it.”
“But how’s things for you? Taking Australia by storm.”
Jackson smiled, the American pronunciation of Australia was the first thing that he had noticed was so wrong about the country he now found himself in.
“Well, for one, the locals call it ‘Straya’. Like they never say the full name of anything,” Jackson explained, finally relaxing onto his bed now that the call had begun. “They’re so laid back.”
“Whereas you’re just there to be laid,” Darius laughed and Jackson grimaced, quickly turning down the volume on his phone.
“Dude. You’re not wrong but so far it’s been dry A.F.”
“No action?”
“Nope.”
“How? You’re a college athlete. Don’t they get that over there?”
“I mean, they know that. That’s the reason this team flew me over. But I guess it’s just not as easy as when the girls’ dorm was across the road you know?” Jackson sighed.
“How long has it been?” Darius asked, sensing the disappointment in his mate.
“Like. Since we had the party before I left.”
“Dude! Your wrist injury from freshman year might make a return!”
Jackson and Darius had a long history. They had been roommates in their first year at college, teammates on the baseball team from day one, and had formed an unbreakable bond. The strength of that bond came from sharing a bedroom for a year as horny 19-year-old jocks. There had been more than one occasion where Darius had come back from class to catch Jackson participating in his favourite solo pastime.
“For real bro, I haven’t jacked it this much since that year!” Jackson shook his head again.
“Hope you’re doing your own laundry.”
“Of course dude, these guys don’t need to see my jizz rag that’s for sure.” Jackson had to adjust his bulge now, he was pent up and getting horny just talking about it. “Though they may like it who knows.”
“What do you mean?”
“Turns out I’m living with a couple gay dudes from the team.”
“Oh, no way!”
“Yeah! They’re super cool, super chill. House is awesome, big screen, hot tub, the works.”
Darius paused for a moment. Jackson instantly recognised his thinking face, they had spent plenty of time studying together. He then saw that face morph into his ‘shenanigans’ face.
“What are you thinking?” Jackson probed.
“That’s your solution to your dry spell bro!” Darius’s grin widened as he spoke.
“Oh no! No way!”
“Yes way!”
“They’re my hosts. And my teammates! That would be super awkward.”
“Dude. Remember Riley?”
“From the Sophmore dorm?”
“Did it ever seem awkward between him and me?” Jackson winked.
“You didn’t?”
“I had to. Massive drought. No chicks. He helped me out of my batting slump bro. On and off the field.”
“Shit. I had no idea.”
“Yeah. I didn’t know how you’d take it. But man, you got it made there.”
“You think?”
“For sure!”
The conversation changed direction, and over an hour later the boys’ catchup ended, but Jackson couldn’t get Darius’s suggestion out of his mind. He stood up and removed his shorts in preparation for a quick afternoon jerk off session before his hosts got home from work. His cock responded quickly, reaching its full 8.5” before Jackson returned to the bed. He knew he was blessed and he tried not to be arrogant about it. But it was hard to hide. He was sure Kitt had noticed when the three of them had been chilling in the hot tub.
His mind mulled over Darius’s suggestion as he slowly stroked, enjoying the pleasure of the gift he had been given.
Before he could get too deep into it, Jackson heard the front door to the house open and his hand froze. When he had been living with Darius he wouldn’t have stopped, but these friendly hosts made it a habit to say hello once they got home, which was great, but he didn’t need to be caught stroking this early on in their living arrangement. Unless that would be the thing that would lead to an offer of assistance.
“Hey, Jackson you home mate?”
That was Kitt’s voice. But Brod’s didn’t follow. Kitt had the wandering eyes.
Jackson decided to put his cock away and say hello to his new Aussie ‘mate’. He slid a pair of basketball shorts on, threw on a t-shirt and walked out into the living room.
“Hey man. I was just having a nap,” Jackson explained and Kitt’s darting eyes made him instantly regret not throwing some briefs on under his shorts. He knew he wasn’t fully soft.
Idiot.
“Oh yeah. I don’t mind an afternoon nap myself,” Kitt teased. “Don’t get to as often as I’d like, especially with Brod home.”
Jackson knew he was busted and responded with an awkward laugh, unsure of how to approach this.
“Don’t stress mate. I’m pretty open about these things. We’re all guys. We all gotta take care of our needs.”
“That’s true.” Jackson sat on the opposite end of the sofa to Kitt, hoping his seated position would hide his semi which was refusing to go down.
“And I’ve been meaning to say. We don’t mind if you bring people over. Keep it in your room if we’re home and keep it to a low screaming level if we’re in bed. OK?”
“Yeah.” Jackson laughed, relaxing into Kitt’s openness now. “Been finding it a little tricky to find any takers that’s all. Still settling in.”
“Oh yeah?” Kitt shifted in his seat. “No wonder you needed the arvo session.”
“Was just chatting to my buddy about some solutions actually.”
Careful Jackson.
“Tinder?” Kitt asked.
“Well yeah. I’ve been swiping. But he reminded me about a helpful somebody we knew in college.”
“Oh, a friend with benefits isn’t bad.”
“Yeah. Something like that.”
“I’ve had a couple.”
“Yeah. He had someone that lived down the hall apparently.” Jackson let those words sit for a moment, hoping that Kitt would remember his explanation of their single-sex dorm.
After a pause, Kitt smiled. “Yeah. Close by is convenient.”
“Yeah. Just so long as they’re discreet I guess.”
“I think you’ll find most of us are.”
Us? Shit. I think he’s on board.
Jackson suddenly blushed at the realisation that he and his gay housemate were both on the same page with this train of thought. His cock responded, somehow knowing where this all was leading.
“I mean. There are some things I haven’t even told Brod.” Kitt shifted again on the couch, this time edging a little closer to Jackson.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I swore secrecy and that’s that.”
“Brod didn’t come home with you today?”
“Nope.” Another couple of inches closer now. “He’s not home till quite a bit later actually.”
Shit.
Jackson was getting closer and closer to being unable to hide his erection and thinking more and more that he didn’t want to.
The boys sat in silence for a moment. Kitt’s eyes darted quickly towards Jackson’s badly disguised bulge.
“So,” Kitt finally spoke, “you want some help with that?”
Moment of truth Jackson.
“If that’s OK?” Jackson’s voice squeaked out a reply.
“You want porn on the TV or nah?” Kitt quickly moved into position between Jackson’s legs.
“By the looks of things I’m not gonna need it.”
Kitt reached up and pulled down Jackson’s shorts, admiring the thick slab of meat that flung up and slapped against his young toned abs.
“Nice mate.” Kitt couldn’t help but voice his appreciation.
“Thanks,” Jackson responded somewhat meekly.
“Sorry. I know chat isn’t part of a bro job. Sit back and relax. Enjoy and don’t worry if you just wanna let it go. Quick is fine for me. You clearly need it.”
Before Jackson could respond, his exposed cock head was enveloped by Kitt’s wet lips and a soft sigh escaped his own. He took a quick look at Kitt as his mouth slid down Jackson’s hard cock, and, while he was still processing the fact that his male housemate was doing the work, he couldn’t help but appreciate the skill of the work being done.
Kitt continued down Jackson’s cock and before long his nose was buried in the American’s thick bush and the leaking head was buried in the back of his throat.
“Oh fuck!” Jackson couldn’t help himself. He moaned as his head dropped back on the couch. It had been weeks since he had gotten head, months since anyone had deep throated him. Kitt clearly knew what he was doing and Jackson wasn’t going to stop him.
Kitt worked the full length of Jackson’s pole with ease, running his wet tongue over the tip before sliding the shaft into his mouth. While slowly sliding up and down, Kitt’s tongue flicked over that sweet spot, just below Jackson’s head, the spot that drove him wild.
Oh no!
Jackson’s balls quickly rose and it took all of his energy to pant out a quick warning.
“Kitt. I’m gonna-”
He could barely finish the sentence before his cock throbbed and he felt the first jet of cum fire into Kitt’s waiting mouth. Kitt continued his expert movements, easily taking the load that continued to pump from Jackson’s pulsing member. With each shot Jackson’s body shuddered, the speed at which he had reached his orgasm did nothing to reduce the intensity.
Each wave of pleasure caused another cry to escape Jackson’s lips, his moans filled the room. He couldn’t hold back, the grunting took over and he lay back, shaking, moaning and filling Kitt’s mouth with his seed.
Kitt continued to work the younger man’s cock, sending further surges of pleasure through his body, the tingling passing from his curled toes through his chest.
As his orgasm finally subsided, Kitt squeezed his lips around Jackson’s wilting cock, ensuring every last drop of cum was taken.
Jackson lay back, panting and spent from the quick intense release of his pent up need.
“Sorry dude,” he managed to squeeze out between breaths.
“Don’t be,” Kitt replied, licking his lips. “I said quick was fine.”
Jackson smiled, grateful for the understanding.
“And besides,” Kitt said as he stood up, doing nothing to hide the tent in his own trousers. “I’ve got 6 more months before you move back to the US right?”
Kitt smiled and turned towards his bedroom, rubbing his cock through his pants and leaving Jackson to process what this meant for the rest of his time in Australia.
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