The Guest Suite

A barely-legal college student and a college student cross paths

Fuck this life. As I begin my (community) college journey, I take a deep introspective look. I was a good student in high school—no, a great student—and somehow, the college application process fucked me over. Now my only hope is that someone actually fucks me—that hasn’t happened either. I walk past a family friend that is staying in our house for a few months, and embarrassment turns my cheeks at what my life has become. Honestly, I don’t think that bad of myself, but I presume him and my parents do. I walk into my bathroom and brush my teeth, waking me up for the day. My father works in person while my mom works remote most of the day, so I have it mostly free. The guest, Bill, usually lounges around in his guest room. My parents sometimes ask me about a girlfriend. Sometimes the key words, the liberating words to free myself from the chains I placed come right to the very tip of my tongue, bouncing with chaotic truth. I was into men, but it was more than that. I wasn’t even out, and I was into some more intense kinks—according to my online porn collection, at least. But enough of that, I have to get to class.

After a first day filled with awkward exchanges, questionably intelligent professors, and about twenty new Instagram followers, I sat down for a quiet dinner with my parents and Bill. He talked about the renovation he was doing at his house, estimating it would take around a month or two. I vaguely recalled the day to their satisfaction. As we each headed up to our individual foxhole in the house, I watched Bill with jealousy. He was an older man, maybe early-to-mid 40s, with a thick, whitening beard and a head that had been buzz cut a few weeks ago. He was a big man, probably 6’3” or 6’4”. He had a stomach slightly protruding but large muscular hands thighs. Anyway, a big guy. He was also successful, renovating a new, larger house. He had struck it rich by building a company from the ground up, and collecting a tidy profit from its IPO. He looked back at me a little weirdly—he had these looks—and went back into his room. I followed suit into my room, opening up my porn collection on my laptop. I scrolled through, finding a a video of a guy spitting at another guy. Then, a knock on my door. I slammed my laptop shut.
“Yes?” I said as I tried to cover my half-hard dick.
“Hey, so I need help with the printer. Does it have like a password or something?” He asked. I sighed in relief and told him to wait there as I speed-walked to the printer. After a few minutes, I set it up for him and returned. He had another weird look, more profound then ever, but he changed it once I got back.
“All fixed. The printer is a little glitchy sometimes.” He look towards me, a told-you-so look on his face. Then he leaned forward, and took a big goop of spit and spit it at my face. It landed to the left of my mouth. I stood there in shock as his handsome, large, masculine face smirked. I licked it up at once, using my hand to slide it all into my mouth. Then, he walked away. Blood screamed through my veins. What the actual fuck was that? Did I just come out? To my mom’s friend? Panic and desire squeezed my lungs as I watched him walk away. I breathed deeply during my shower, my dick at full hardness for the first time in a while. I yanked at it, my brain going back to Bill’s handsome face, that beard with white spots, the sheer size of him. I came, and I quickly washed it away.

I woke up in the morning with morning wood, something I haven’t got in a few weeks. I ignored it, getting ready for the day in a quiet house. I had today (Wednesday) off, so I lingered in bed. Then in a flash, as if I could have forgotten it, last night hit me. Bill had spit on me. Had he seen my porn? He must have. And I… liked it? A lot. I marched down to his room, not really sure what I was gonna do. He looked handsome, and a little surprised. I took my hand and wiped it all over his face. His wet lips, the tips of his nostrils, his eyes, everything. I wanted to have him in my hand. I licked up and down my hand. His eyes burned with desire and a small amount of surprise or confusion, I couldn’t really tell. He took my hand, standing over it for a few long seconds, before unloading a large clump of spit into my palm. I cupped it and walked back to my room, all without saying a word, squeezing hard so no drop escaped. I locked myself in the bathroom and licked at the spit. It tasted weird, sort of like nothing, with a hint of sweetness. I licked at it until it was just sticky residue of my own spit on my fingers, and washed my hands. My dick was rock-hard, pre-cum guzzling out faster than I ever thought was possible. It looked like a mini-orgasm. I jerked it while smelling my hand, smelling of Bill and spit, and came a little violently, shaking.

The next few days, I would come into Bill’s room, and he would be doing some random kind-of important task, and he would pause and spit in my palm. Sometimes he held my leg to stop me in my escape, seeing me lick it up, and sometimes I just escaped to the bathroom. His hard face would convulse with pleasure. Today, I did the same, and as I finished licking my hand in front of him, he took my arm.
“Why do you do this? I mean, why do you come here, why with me?” I thought it was pretty obvious. “Well you’re really hot. Muscular arms, beard, hair.” He nodded and smirked a little, maybe blushed. “I like you. A lot.” I said. And then I left, feeling that growing pit every time I left Bill’s room. I wasn’t even sure if what we were doing was sexual. God knows I hadn’t come close to touching his dick, despite imagining it. I have a dream where after Bill spits in my hand and I clean it up, I just rut against that large bulge harnessed down by thick jeans. This recollection of the dream quickly stopped when he stood up from his normal position in his office chair or spread out with files on the bed. He loomed over my 5’10” figure. His voice was soft and fluffy, kind of like his beard. “I want to- I want to kiss you.” He breathed out. I nodded, and just shoved myself against plump lips and a furry beard. He took over quickly, and I stretched back as he pushed against me. He licked at my entire mouth, sucking intensely as I just took greedy morsels of spit from his mouth, trying to swallow but failing. I finally took the opportunity to touch his body. It was harder than I was expecting, rippling back muscles and forearms. His belly was nice and soft against my chest, as he leaned down further to kiss me harder. Just as I was about to pass out from lack of air, he released me, breathing hard. He smiled at me, and I looked down. I had cum in my pants. He realized what I just noticed, and tapped my bulge, large because of my erect cock. I jumped a bit at the suddenly movement on my dick and because of the wetness slammed against my skin. I quickly ran out to my room and changed underwear and pants, throwing them away.

A week had passed, and I was going more and more to Bill’s room. Sometimes he would just spit in my hand like the first day and I would swallow it all, and sometimes he went for a world-jeering kiss. He was a really good kisser, I realized. I hope I sufficed. We also started talking. A bit at first, sometimes as he was cleaning the mess I made in my pants every once in a while. It was a little bit embarrassing to cum in my pants every few days, especially as he cleaned it up, and not in a (very) sexy way.

At dinner, my parents announced they were taking a trip tomorrow to Europe for a few days, though they may extend it. They were leaving tomorrow because they found cheap business-class tickets. Bill nodded into his meal and I did the same.

The next morning, my parents left bright and early, so we did goodbyes in the evening before. I felt a little braver and freer, so right in the morning, after brushing my teeth, I walked up to Bill’s room. He still hadn’t gotten ready. A furry torso came into view. Bright red nipples burned through a forest of sexy body hair, thick and luscious. Muscular pecs rose above a slightly protruding belly. I turned away—this felt like hardcore porn. I heard a chuckle. “Come in.” I walked in and he was standing at full length. Right in my eye line was a ruby-red nipple, and I gave it a kiss. I licked up from the bottom of his torso to the bottom of his chin. Lots of body hair stuck to me, and I swallowed it. Then, suddenly, just as I was about to keep worshipping the greying strips of hair, he pulled me towards him and landed softly on the bed. TV remote in hand, he put on a comfortable sitcom I liked. As I laid down, still on top of him, I turned and inhaled at his bicep, pointed upwards as his arm bent behind his head. It smelled clean, like man. I couldn’t describe this smell even if I tried. It was the inherent smell of a man: it has this innate marinating sweetness contrasted with the threatening bitterness of sweat. It was intoxicating. His big hands felt at my body softly, almost like a grope and massage combination. We sat there and talked for a little while.
“You know, I’m moving back to my house in a week.” He said. My heart sank. I knew this was coming, but talking about it made it real.
“Uh, yeah.” I said, closing my eyes. I felt safe with Bill. We had been in each others company for a month or two now. I didn’t really know if it counted as sex or dating. We had orgasms, but I mostly appreciated his physical power, confidence, manliness, and kindness. I’m not really sure what he saw in me, but I knew I had a good figure and I was fairly smart.
“You can, you know, come with me. Move out of your parent’s place, “rent” a room in my big place. We can keep…doing this.” He interrupted my train of thought. My first reaction was to say no and think he’s crazy. But I gave it some comfortable thought over his cozy chest. Maybe it would be good to get a change of pace, live somewhere else.
“Uhh. You know what. Yes. Yeah, let’s do it.” I talked into the furry chest. His eyes peaked in glee.
“I’ll handle talking to them, don’t worry yourself about it. I’ve got it under control.” I nodded into him, breathing a huge sigh of relief. Sometimes, I just didn’t have the energy to deal with scheming and planning. Okay, maybe more than ‘sometimes.’

The next day at dinner, Bill proposed to my parents that I stay with him and after getting a job, pay him rent for a room in Bill’s house, that way he gets a more well-rounded change of pace for college like a normal college experience. My mom was hesitant, but my dad, very luckily, thought it was a great idea.
“I don’t see why not. Meredith clearly trusts him and he’s been a family friend for a while. Besides, you won’t live with us forever.” My mom hesitantly agreed.

A week had passed, and my surprisingly small amount of boxes sat scattered around a a beautiful, brand-new home around forty minutes from my parent’s house. Bill loaded all the boxes with his huge figure, organizing them as I asked. By the end of it, he sweat through a white tank top and sniffed at his shirt. I wanted show my gratuity and my insane attraction for the older man, so I kneeled down and planted a kiss at his bellybutton. I sucked around his groin. I slowly pulled down his pants, for one of the few times I saw his dick exposed, covered in jet-black hair. Since I was circumcised, I didn’t entirely understand how this uncut dick worked. His foreskin curled up past the dick, and I sucked on it. He moaned and curled it back, revealing a bulbous red tip. I sucked and licked with the most intensity I could muster, and his tree-trunk muscle legs shook a little. I continued going ham on his dick, pulling out everything I know to bring him to the edge. His hands took control, pumping me onto his dick rhythmically. I timed my breaths as his penis choked me, and eventually he came all over my mouth and face.

After my first-ever blowjob, I felt a little proud of myself. I helped Bill reload all his packed stuff into the house from before the construction. The movers had also arrived with the furniture, and soon enough, the house was complete. It was a modern house that had warm, homey tones with a comfortable couch and hardwood floors.

When the long day was completed, we both plopped down on the couch. I automatically took Bill’s feet as he complained about their ache. His eyes grew very wide and his dick shifted under his pants. Huh, I can make that work for sure. I caressed the buttery feet, feeling in between toes and mushing his feet. He thoroughly enjoyed that, and I’d remember it. When it came time to sleep, he showed me my room. I looked to him suddenly. “Is it ok if I slept—slept with you today?” I asked, feeling a little overwhelmed. He nodded softly and led me down. He got into his bedroom and largely ignored me to get ready.

He stripped down to his underwear, magnificent hair and muscles covering his body. I stripped down to my normal sleeping form, naked. It felt good, this power dynamic of clothing. He wore boxers as I was exposed. It must be some kind of daddy kink.

Except I didn’t really want to call him ‘Daddy.’ I kind of wanted to call him something more respectful, like ‘sir’ or ‘mister’ or something. His handsome, older face came into view as he scorched in near me. For a minute, I timed my inhale to breathe in his exhale. I sniffed at his beard as my eyes felt heavy. I moved closer to his body heat. I felt comfortable. Too comfortable. I had never allowed myself to outwardly attract to a man so obviously before.