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Bill and I left Starbucks and I followed him home.  His place was about 10-15 minutes off campus, on a couple acres of wooded land – which proved to be convenient.  The house was a three bedroom ranch house, with  a nice in-ground pool in the back.  The pool was surrounded by a really nice patio.  And there was a pool house with a toilet, shower and kitchen behind the pool, backing up to the woods. 

Bill showed me through the house:  the living room, the kitchen, the little gym in the basement, and all three bedrooms (each with their own bath) until finally, the Master bedroom, which was huge, with large sliding glass doors opening to the pool deck and the pool. 

“This will do just fine for me,” I said.

“This is my room,” Bill responded.

I just stared at him.  He squirmed uncomfortably for a minute of so and then  said, “of course, I want you to be comfortable here, Jake.”

I said nothing, because, of course, I was going to have what I wanted and he needed to learn that.  I walked down the hall to the smallest of the three bedrooms (and conveniently, the farthest from mine) and said, “clean out your closet and move your stuff into here.”  And portentously (although Bill did not at that time catch my drift), “that will work for now.”

The next day, I ran into my buddy Mike at the gym at the athletic center.  Mike plays center field.  Mike is about 6’4″, maybe 240 lbs of solid muscle.  While I am firm and wiry, Mike looks like an anatomy text book – every muscle defined.  Mike is fucking unreal.  Mike also is gay, a total top (although he loves to suck my dick and for me to fuck him up the ass).  And Mike is kinky as they come.  I told Mike about my new living arrangement and suggested he come out to take a look and see if it would work for him. 

Bill just about creamed his pants when he first saw Mike, since Mike was dressed in a pair of shorts that were maybe two sizes too small, his thighs threatening to burst the seams of his shorts and his junk on display.  Mike was wearing a sleeveless Under Armour tee short that looked like it had been painted on.  And sandals.  (Mike has really beautiful feet, and we later learned that Bill was a foot man of the first order.)  Bill followed us as I showed Mike around the place as if I owned it.   Bill’s eyes never left Mike and to say that he was aroused is an understatement. 

I explained (didn’t ask) that Mike was looking around to see if the place would be suitable for him to live in.  While Mike was inspecting the house and pool, Bill said to me that he wasn’t going to pay Mike $200 a month to live here.  “No problem,” I agreed.  “But Mike will need transportation to campus, so he’ll need to use your Beamer..”  Bill just gulped, but to his credit, said nothing.  The bitch was learning fast.

Mike declared the second bedroom suitable, and I told Bill to drive Mike back to the dorm to pick up his stuff.  Bill readily agreed.