Living off campus – Part IV
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About a week or so after he moved in, Mike invited his bf and fb Kai to move in and share his bedroom..Mike had been fucking Kai regularly since the first day of freshman year and they were roommates sophomore year. I imagine there was a whole lotta fuckin’ going on in Room 302 in the dorms. Kai was on the baseball team too – sort of a second string pitcher. He was a decent looking guy, kinda tall for an Asian-American, with a pitcher’s body – firm, slender, wiry, with good upper body.
So, in abut three weeks we had converted Bill’s little suburban paradise to a jock frat house with live-in servant. Bill was taking to this nicely. Not only was he doing the laundry and our beds were made up with fresh sheets daily and fresh towels were laid out in our bathrooms every day. Bill did all the cooking (Bill bought all the food and never asked for reimbursement from us). And he was keeping the place clean (or as clean as possible with four horny jocks living there, fucking each other everywhere and bringing both guys and chicks over for sex-drenched parties. And, of course, Bill took jock loads daily. Best part; I didn’t have to tell Bill to do any of this. he just knew what a fag’s responsibilities were and he assumed them. the bitch obviously was thrilled to have so much raw male sexuality hanging around his house.
But I did have to lay down the law as to Bill’s presence. First, I wanted him here whenever any of us needed him, and so I told Bill he had to arrange his work hours to make himself available at the house in case any of us needed him. Fortunately, Bill owned his own business (a sporting goods store in town) and so he could arrange his schedule to suit our needs. Most importantly, I had to teach Bill about not being in the way – essentially to go to his closet when he wasn’t doing something for any of us. Bill needed to learn that his closet was where he was to be stored when not in use. This took some doing since Bill thought that what was in it for him was the opportunity to observe and possibly join n the jock-fun. It took some disciplining, beatings, ball torture, and ultimately some mind-fucking for Bill to understand the concept of storage. But eventually, he caught on. Bill was a good fag.
