Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2016 05:36:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Hunter Subject: Living Together - Chapter 1 Hi, Nifty readers. I've never written one of these before, and I'm a little nervous, but this stuff (whatever the hell it is) has been going on for months now, and... I guess I decided I had to tell someone, and it couldn't be someone I knew (obviously)... so I guess that means telling everyone. Obviously, I'm changing names and embellishing a few details - filling out some of what I can't remember with something that's almost right or close enough - but the gist is accurate. And intense and killing me and pretty thrilling and... I'm getting ahead of myself. But I have to say it's still happening, so I don't really know where it's going. But after what happened last weekend I at least know this won't be a total let down for you. Let's back up. I've been living in my sublet for a couple of years - it's pretty out of the way and not a super nice place, so it's a lot more affordable than most places in this city (which is getting real fucking expensive) but I still get more help than I want to admit from my parents. I had a roommate/landlord, who I thought was a really nice guy, but at the end of August he suddenly announced that his girlfriend was moving in, and I had to move out -- ASAP. I was a little freaked out, didn't know how I was going to make rent, so of course I called my parents. I don't know what I expected -- maybe for them to yell at me or call me an idiot -- but I definitely didn't expect my dad to say "this is perfect!" "What do you mean?" I asked, pretty incredulous. "Lisa just broke up with Kevin," my dad admitted. Kevin was my older brother, and let me tell you he was hot. Right around when puberty hit, and I was just starting to figure out that I liked guys, I immediately knew that few people would be able to measure up to him. As a kid I just knew he was cute, but now he's got insane, chiseled features (like you could cut a grapefruit on his cheekbones) and he seemed to have a pretty nice body too. Try as I might I never quite was able to catch a glimpse of it in high school, but usually it's pretty easy to tell. He had been dating Lisa for about two years, and I had always kind of hated her. Probably partly because I was jealous, but she also kinda made him feel like he wasn't good enough. The bright side of this was that he spent TONS of time in the gym, I think trying to live up to her expectations, so I noticed him seriously bulking up. This all flashed through my mind, but I didn't want to pause too long before responding to my father, so I responded "so what does that mean?" "It means he's going to be looking for a roommate, now that she's getting her million purses and totally used home office out of the front bedroom." Clearly my dad wasn't a huge fan of Lisa either, at least not now. I hemmed and hawed a little bit, trying not to seem too eager, but I was there by the end of the first week of September. The apartment is pretty nice, the rooms are decently sized, the living room/kitchen area isn't huge, but it gets the job done. And at least it's not carpeted (just in the hallway and bedroom). Basically, the door opens into the living room, and then there's a hallway with first my bedroom on the left, then the bathroom on the right, and then Kevin's on the left again. The hallway goes a little bit farther and there's a closet at the end - I think it's a Rosemary's Baby type situation, where the next apartment used to be conjoined with this one, but you bet your ass I made sure there wasn't a secret door at the back of this closet. Kevin also didn't seem too broken up about everything. I honestly think he kinda thought "good riddance" and he got the apartment in the bargain. Lisa was a freelance social media expert or some other kinda bullshitty job that a ton of startups would pay for, but the supply outpaced the demand a little bit so she was never particularly rolling in cash. Kevin had a pretty sweet setup at a tech company, so he was fine covering a slightly larger share of the rent (I have a boring office job, which would pay me pretty well anywhere BUT San Francisco, where an apartment basically costs your soul). I think he was also doing it as a favor to mom and dad, who really thought "he needed to be with family" though, as I said, he was handling it pretty well. The one thing I will say is that he seemed to be coping with a LOT of sex. Every weekend he'd bring back at least one girl. I mean, I'm a bit of a slut but even I couldn't keep that kind of a schedule up. I don't know if he and Lisa banged a lot or he was trying to make up for lost time, but it was like he couldn't get enough. And seriously, do straight hookups always happen at the guy's place? Because he always brought them over. Not that I was all that upset about it. Hearing him come home when I was in bed and start banging the bed against the wall, hearing their muffled moans, it was a bit of a turn on, and I definitely jerked off listening. Like I said, he was hot. Then there was one night, a few weeks after I moved in, that changed everything for me. I was coming home from a bar, still tasting the cum in my mouth after giving a guy a blowjob in the bathroom. I hadn't cum, and he didn't want to come back with me much to my disappointment. I was feeling pretty horny (and still a little tipsy) when I came in, but immediately I knew to be quiet. I could hear Kevin and some girl going at it hard in his bedroom, and I could tell from the sounds that he had left the door open. I crept back to my room carefully, and that's when I realized. There were streetlights outside our bedroom windows so if you left the blinds open it could get pretty bright in there. He had left his blinds open, which I only realized because I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror on the bathroom door. She was lying on the bed while he was standing, bare ass naked, fucking ramming into her as hard as he could. I could see every muscle tense and release, and of course I was in the dark in my room. I don't know how I had never realized that the mirror was angled so perfectly (I guess the door is only closed if one of us is out of our rooms usually), but god damn I would never forget. I sat down on the edge of my bed and got out my completely stiff dick (like I said, I was kinda tipsy, didn't think it through) and started pumping it as hard as I could, watching his ass clench in the mirror. I couldn't help but imagine that it was me he was fucking like that. After a couple of minutes I leaned back onto the bed - I wasn't watching anymore, but I could still here her moans and his grunts. Suddenly, she made him stop, saying "you're going too hard you're going to bruise me!" I don't know why, but the thought of his fucking being that hard on her ass sent me over the edge, and I gasped and came all over myself. "What was that?" I heard her say. "Shit, it's probably just my brother, I didn't realize he was home." After that the door closed and I couldn't hear what they were saying anymore, so I closed the door of my room, cleaned up, and went to bed, listening to the sound of the bed hitting the wall again and again once they started back up. It wasn't until after they went to sleep that I realized he could have seen me in the mirror, lying there, my dick in my hand, covered in cum. I went to sleep wondering if I would wake up to an ass-kicking and an eviction. "Or" I contemplated just as I finally actually fell asleep "his dick in my face." And in that moment I realized how fucking badly I wanted it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey guys, hope you like this - it's sort of an introduction, but there's more to come. I'm pretty horny just remembering it. I'll get out the next bit ASAP. ~Danny