Date: Wed, 24 Nov 1999 01:43:53 -0800
From: Contero <contero@compustrat.com>
Subject: Torture

Torture is a fictional story involving guys doin' the nasty to each other
and to other warm-blooded creatures.  These are the people who may not
read: if yer under 18.  If ya live in the bible belt.  If'n yer a cop
(unless yer a horny cop).  If yer have more than two dogs named shit-head
(must be alive and not stuffed).  If ya drink light beer.  If ya douche
with light beer.  If ya ever tried to hide from the cops by posing as a
tree.  If ya read the bible more than ya read a news paper.  If ya can't
read.  If you yell, "Hey Pa!" or "Hey Bro!" And the same person answers
both times.  If yer name is Rufort.


Torture


Do you know what torture is?  Real torture?  Not being lashed within an
inch of your life with a bullwhip, or bamboo shoots shoved under your
fingernails or even water being poured endlessly over your face as you gasp
for breath.

No, I'm talking about real torture.  Real torture like living in the same
apartment as the guy you've always lusted after, but never had.  Well,
almost never had...

Well, that's what he was proposing and I never heard another word he said
for the rest of the conversation.  I had to pull together all the control
I'd ever had to keep from dropping to my knees, ripping down his red Umbro
shorts and sucking his dick into my throat.

"Well, what do ya think?  We both need to get out of our houses.  It'll be
kewl."

"Ah, yeah," I answered, snapping out of my erotic hallucinogenic daze,
"it'll be kewl."  I wondered if he could see my hard dick straining against
my Levi's.

"I saw some places already, but we can go look at more on Saturday."

"Saturday would be great."  I would've agreed to go on Christmas Eve at
three am during a hailstorm if he'd suggested it.  Needless to say, all
kinds of lust-powered fantasies and highly improbable erotic imaginations
flashed through my head.  If I couldn't interpret this as an overt sign
that Ed wanted to get it on with me, I would never know how to operate my
gaydar.  He surely knows that I'm gay.  He's the one who outed me to my
friends for Christ's sake (I've since forgiven him for that).  And he
surely knows that I'm hot for him (how we got to that whole outing thing-
I'll tell ya later-).  And now he wants to live together.  It was only a
matter of time in my eyes.  Just play it kewl.  Things were finally going
my way.

It was absolute torture I tell you.  He'd do it all the time.  Lay around
in nothing but those Umbro shorts.  Ya' know, the sleek nylon ones that
kinda hold their shape when you move.  He'd sit with one leg up so if I
turned my head I could almost see...  He was baiting me.  Just like he'd
done before.  Six months we've lived together and Ed would fuck with my
head every chance he got.  Me, always playing it kewl.  Ed would do things
like get overly friendly with the long-neck of his beer or expertly
de-cream a twinkie with that snake-like tongue of his.  All just to fuck
with me, 'cause he knew damned well what it did to me.  When I'd push the
subject, he'd laugh it off and remind me of his entourage of bubble-headed
bleached blondes that he'd pump off into whenever he was horny.  I'd laugh
it off too, on the outside.  But how it pissed me off on the inside.  Ed
loved to fuck with people's heads; I was just another fiddle to be plucked.

So there I was again, debating whether or not to look up the leg of his
shorts, try to get a glimpse of that cock that I once held for such a brief
moment...  There was no doubt I wanted to do it, longed to do it.  The
debate was whether I wanted to be caught doing it- again.  Ya see, a few
years back, when we were on spring break from college, we got really drunk.
Sounds like the beginning to a lot of stories, eh?  Well, being really
drunk and horny, more horny, now that I think of it- Ed passed out in
mid-sentence while we were talking about getting- and giving- head.  I
could blame it on the case of beer I'd just imbibed, but truth is, I wanted
the prick.  I'd been fantasizing about it for years, now here it was in
front of me.  Drunk, horny, all right, a little passed out.  Anyway, I
threw caution to the wind, reached over and touched him.  He was hard.  I
was harder than I'd ever been before.  I gently rubbed his dick through
those nylon Umbro shorts he always wore.  I thought I heard him let out a
little gasp and I nearly came in my pants.  Getting bolder, I repositioned
myself so I was laying alongside him, giving me the perfect angle to look
up his shorts.

Without moving anything at all, I could see his thigh disappear under the
Umbros into a pair of boxers.  I reached out and caressed his thigh,
ever-slowly inching toward those boxers.  My hand was trembling so hard he
must've thought I was trying to jerk off his leg.  Ed let out another soft
gasp when I lifted the leg of his boxers and brushed my fingertips across
his balls- no.  It felt like cotton.  Looking up, I saw he was wearing
tighty-whiteys also.  To this day I don't know why he wears two, sometimes
three pairs of underwear.  But hey, now I'm even more aroused (like that
was even possible!).  I slid my fingers under the waistband and ran my
fingertips along the underside of his balls.  This time there was no
mistake- he groaned.

Being bolder, I lifted his tighty-whiteys over his dick and it sprang into
view.  Not terribly huge, about six and a half, I'd guessed.  But hard as a
rock.  As I reached to wrap my fingers around his manhood, I felt his hand
fall into my lap.  He still had his eyes closed, but I knew he was awake.
I slipped down my red sweatpants and my nine-inch dick slapped against his
open palm.  His fingers tightened around my dick as mine tightened around
his.  The feeling was incredible.  Pumping each other, I moved up and
leaned toward his cock head.  I so wanted to suck him, but didn't know if
that was too far.  "Fuck it" I thought, and went for it.  I swallowed his
dick whole.  Pumping it to the back of my throat.  He groaned, squeezed my
dick like he was holding on for dear life and shot his load down my throat.
This of course got my nut bursting and I shot over my shoulder and onto the
wall behind me.

Out of breath, panting I laid back. His cum coating my lips.  Ed dropped my
dick, rolled over and started snoring.  My head reeling, I closed my eyes
and drifted off.  Oh, what a night...

Oh what a morning.  I woke up to see Ed hurrying out of my house.  He
wouldn't look at me, said nothing but, "I'm kinda busy" when I suggested we
hang out later that evening, before we both had to go back to our separate
schools.  Guilt had set in.  I knew it well.  And that was it.  So I
thought.

I'll spare you the gruesome details, it's a story we all know...  Ed got
drunk again, decided that I was more of a faggot than he was and proceeded
to tell all of our friends.  Taking some of Ed's personal advice, I
responded like any other closeted eighteen year-old gay boy from
white-bread America would.  I denied it.  Since Ed was a notorious for
bullshitting people, everyone believed me.  This is a good time to point
out that I am Italian and Roman-Catholic.  Double whammy in the guilt
department.  Anyway, years went by, rumors flew back and forth, Ed felt
guilty about outing me, I eventually came out to my friends, we all got
closer- blah, blah, blah...

Now we lived together.  And here we were.  He was doing it again.
Mr. Scott said fool me once- shame on you.  Fool me twice- shame on me.  A
flash went through my mind.  So I just looked from across the room, saw his
cock flex a few times as it lay against his thigh, while he was supposedly
dreaming away the afternoon.  I got up, went to my bedroom and did what I
do best- beat off.

The fantasy just wouldn't leave me.  I thought about him all the time.  He
was so close, if I could only...  I had to have him.  That I knew.  But I
couldn't let him know how much I wanted him.  He'd just use that to fuck
with me more.  (This is what all of my friends did to each other.  Find
something that another is really into, the totally bust on 'em about it
until it drives you nuts.  It's fun.  You should try it.)  I had to come up
with a way to check him out without him knowing it.

Well, the only logical solution came to video surveillance.  The only time
Ed was completely naked was while he was in the shower and he was always in
there for so long.  He had to be beating off.  Ed always wore tons of
clothes.  Always those damned Umbro shorts- I know he did that just 'cause
it made me horny- and always two or three pairs of underwear and a couple
of shirts- Don't ask me- I don't know!  With so much clothes on, I'd never
get a good look at him.  Absolute torture.

But he did take forever in the shower.  So long in fact that he'd bring his
bitch Pit Bull, Bull in with him cause if she went unsupervised for more
than two and a half minutes, she'd eat the house.  So that was my only
opportunity and I decided to do it.  The next day, while Ed was at work, I
set up a high-tech surveillance camera I had picked up in a pawnshop a
couple months prior. (Perhaps I'd been sub-consciously planning to do this
for that long?!)  It was easy enough, drill a little hole in the hall
closet next to the light fixture, hook it up to the VCR with an A/B switch,
flip it on and...  I got a perfect view of the entire bathroom, even inside
the shower (we had a clear curtain).

I spent the rest of the day doing dry-runs on turning the system on and off
and camouflaging the hardware, to see if it would be noticed.  It was
pretty well concealed. Plus Ed really wasn't too observant.  I figured it'd
be pretty easy to get a good show.  All I had to do now was wait until Ed
got home and go to take a shower, like he usually does.

Torture.  Always torture.  He is late.  Really late.  I'm wondering if he's
even gonna come home tonight.  The anticipation has had my cock like a rock
all day, but I vowed not to jerk off until the main event this evening.
But he's late and I'm dying.  Just when I thought I was gonna give in and
stroke off, in walks Ed.

And he's wearing those shorts and he's sweaty and dirty.  Boink!  Instant
hard-on.  Ed mumbles something about playing soccer after work, I casually
say whatever and turn my attention to the TV.

"I'm gonna grab a shower."

"I'm gonna watch TV." I replied, almost ignoring him.  He went to his room,
let Bull out and disappeared into the bathroom.  The time has come...

I waited a few minutes, to make sure he wouldn't come out for something.
Why should he though, he never does.  Well, I waited anyway, just in case.
After three or four of the most torturous minutes of my life, I got up
opened the little door on the television cabinet, took out a stack of
videos, flipped the hidden A/B switch and then sat on the couch.  No
picture?

"Right" I thought.  I grabbed the remote, switched the channel and my video
set-up came to life on the screen.  It was kewl.  It was working.  It was
the most unbelievable thing I ever saw.  The image before my eyes made my
draw drop to the floor and my cock point to the ceiling.

There was Ed, sitting on the toilet, pounding his dick.  A sight I'd hoped
to, even kinda expected to see.  What I didn't expect or even ever imagine
was Bull chowin' down on his ass.  Ed had one foot up on the towel rack,
the other on the vanity, his legs spread wide and there was the Pit licking
up between his legs, up his crack, over his balls and even over the head of
his cock which poked out past Ed's hammering fist.  Spit drooled out of the
corners of my roomie's mouth and it puddled on his hard, smooth, tan chest.
Sweat beads ran together from around his big, erect nipples and flowed down
his rippled stomach, over his pierced navel, into his pubic bush as his
fist pounded his rock hard cock.  He was so hard his cockhead was dark
purple and drooling pre-cum.  Bull's head flew back and forth as she
relentlessly lapped deep from Ed's asscrack to the tip of his cock,
fighting for the taste of his dick honey.  Her tongue licked so fast and
hard she bounced Ed's balls against his pounding fist with each stroke.  He
groaned and shook-

I blinked.  The scene before my eyes so totally blew me away that it took
me a few seconds to remember where I was.  I lashed out and hit the record
button on the VCR.  I wasn't sure what tape was in there, probably Voyager,
but fuck it, no contest.  In one motion, my shorts and boxers hit my ankles
and I grabbed the biggest, fattest, hardest wood I'd ever sported and
started beating.  Shit, I think I grew an inch right there.  My head was
swirling.  I could tell Ed was gonna come soon by the way his body was
convulsing.  I was only seconds away myself, my dick quickly building up to
explode...

The sound of car tire crunching the gravel driveway threw me back into
reality.  Someone was coming and I hadn't closed the shades.  Dropping my
cock, but for only a second, I turned around and yanked shade cord, perhaps
a bit too hard.  The whole thing came crashing down.  I turned to the
screen to see Ed get up and stick his hard cock in his shorts and go for
the bathroom door.  Like lightning I pulled my shorts up, my shirt half in
and half out of them, dashed across the room, hit the A/B switch, put the
stack of videos back, closed the little door, jumped to the couch, grabbed
the remote and switched the channel- Just in time as Ed comes into the
livingroom.

"What the fuck are you doing out here?"

"Just watching TV."

Ed looks at the TV, then at me.  "Got an exam tomorrow?"

Sesame Street was covering the number six.  Busted.

"Ya just missed it.  The Count did the snowflakes.  One snowflake, uh, uh
ah... Two snowflakes, uh, uh ah..." (nice recovery?).

"I love the Count."

"Thought you liked Rolf?"  I couldn't resist.

"Fuck you, Kermit."

It was ok, he didn't get it.  He always calls me Kermit.

"What was that fucking noise? It ruined my shit."

"And I thought nothing could come between you and your shit."

"Well?"

"I pulled the shade down.  No big deal."

"Just fix it.  The landlord is a prick about the shit we've been breaking
around here."

"You mean the shit yer dog has been eating."

"That too.  Anyway, I'm gonna grab a shower."

"Make sure you point your cock at the camera when you cum!"  I thought
that.  What I said was "Whatever."

Ed went back into the bathroom.  I turned the camera back on, hoping to
catch more of the show, but it was not to be.  Ed only took a shower.  I
got a great view of him soaping himself up.  He seemed to linger on his
butt crack; but then again, it could've just been my wishful thinking
again.  Anyway, I came three times.  Well, I did have a little bit of image
left in my brain from before.


Pardon the occasional misspelling and bad grammar- It's difficult to type
while jerking off. :)

Comments?  Hit me: contero@compustrat.com