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Across The Hall
By Billy'sStories and Paul S. Stevens
Chapter #1
How did this happen to me?
Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself here. Let me backup a little and introduce myself.
I'm Nate. I'm 20 years old. I am 5 foot eleven and weigh in at about 160 pounds. I have what you might consider, dirty blond hair and moderately handsome facial features. I have a swimmer's body that I keep in shape along with a seven inch bone that I've never found cause to be ashamed of. I have recently finished my two year degree and have just acquired my hard earned real estate license. It will now be a challenge work and be able to pay for my remaining two years of school to complete my major.
I just drove my rental van into town containing the only few belongings I have to my name. I have two days to get what looks like a very lucrative real estate job in a prestigious downtown office. I've been told that I have a nice, clean, all American look. I'm pretty sure that I impressed the owner of the real estate office with my charm and enthusiasm at my last interview. It looks like I might get to be part of an elite eight agent team with an assortment of office support staff that would be perfect for my particular situation.
The one thing I noticed that might be worrisome was that the owner of the company came across as ultra conservative, so I didn't mention I was gay at any point during my interview. I suppose that's just going to have to be my little secret. I'm just hoping to be able to mix in with the rest of the staff without stirring up any suspicion in that regard.
Before I arrived, I had arranged for a new bed to be
delivered to my new apartment along with an assortment of sheets, blankets and
pillows. My new landlord agreed to let
the delivery man in, as I would be arriving around
I had to leave all my stuff in the van, with the exception of one single suitcase that contained my work cloths for the next day along with a variety of bathroom necessities and the paperwork I'd need to bring with me to the office to get started. When I finally arrived at my apartment, I crawled into my new bed and managed to get five restless hours of sleep. The next morning, I showered, picked up a cup of coffee and Danish from a local drive thru and reported into the office precisely on time.
Upon arriving, I was shown around the office and was given a small cubicle to work in. Once I was settled in, I was brought up to speed on a very lucrative condo project and was put immediately to work.
Everyone was nice and the manager of the project let me
leave at
"You look like you can use some help," the older one said.
"Yeah, that would be great," I said. "I just have a couple of large pieces left. I was starting to wonder how I was going to get them up here all by myself. Thanks for the offer."
I was sure happy to get some help. An hour later, everything was inside my apartment and placed right where I wanted.
"Thanks for your help guys!" I said. "I'm sure hungry. Would you guys like to join me in some pizza?"
"Sure," the older one said.
"That sounds great," the younger one said.
"Are you sure your mother won't get mad that I'm spoiling your dinner?"
"Oh, hell no," the older one told me. "She works from eleven in the morning till seven at night, Monday through Saturday and gets one day off for good behavior."
"Most nights, we have to fend for ourselves," the younger one said.
"Okay, fine," I said. "I'll call it in."
I asked what they would like on their pizza and put the order in to include a couple of two liter sized bottles of their favorite soda. We ate on paper plates and everything seemed to be going great. As we were finishing up our meal, I received a phone call from the office and took it in my bedroom for privacy. As I returned to the living room, my helpers were just finishing up the last of their pizza and I watched them as they took a couple of swigs of soda. Again, everything seemed fine.
"I'd like to thank you guys for helping me out," I said.
"No worries," the younger one said.
"The pizza and sodas were payment enough," The older one said.
"Well, that's real nice of you guys, but I was planning on giving each one of you a twenty for your troubles," I said. The problem is, I have to be careful till pay day, so I hope you can wait until I get my first pay check."
"No problem," the older one said.
I was totally relieved. Now I could return the van today and avoid having to pay for an additional rental day.
This is where all the weirdness started.
Here, let me tell you a little bit about my two volunteers.
The older boy was named Phil, and he was a senior in high school. He had red hair with a fairly good build. He was about five foot seven with stunning green eyes.
Bill was the younger brother. He was a sophomore in high school and looked very much like a younger version of his brother Phil with a slightly more attractive swimmer's build. Phil had been pretty bossy to Bill all afternoon but I truly didn't think much of it. After all, he was the older brother.
"Bill, take the empty pizza boxes and trash into the kitchen," Phil ordered. "And get ready!"
Bill's reaction was peculiar as he responded with a look of surprise and shock. I turned to Phil to ask him what was going on but he spoke before I could ask.
"Where are you working?" Phil questioned, throwing me off guard.
"You know what," I answered. "They just gave me my box of business cards this morning."
I went over to my computer desk to retrieve the box. I tore open the seal and opened the box to get one out.
"You're getting the very first one," I said as I handed it to him.
He looked it over and then placed it down without saying a word. Then I sat in my computer chair and called out to Bill to see what was taking him so long. I was shocked when Bill emerged from my kitchen, butt naked. He went over to his brother, and then both of them came over together and stood directly in front of me as I sat frozen in disbelief. Bill dropped to his knees and pulled his older brother's shorts down without a word, revealing that Phil had been going commando all afternoon. Neither one of them seemed to be shy at all, showing their cocks and asses to me, right up close and personal. These two young boys seemed to have this little routine practiced in advance since they knew exactly what they were doing with silent communication.
Bill started licking Phil's balls. He took long slow strokes, being sure to give each tender nugget some equal attention. I really needed to say something to stop the two of them. After all, what was going on could seriously be misunderstood if someone were to walk in on us right now. I have to confess though, I personally haven't enjoyed this kind of action for over a month because of school, getting my license, looking for a job and moving into my own apartment. In fact, this was the first opportunity I've had to even think about sex and I realized I was getting horned up just watching these two get hot with one another. I was now as hard as a rock myself when Bill took Phil's hard shaft into his mouth. My cock jumped and twitched and my balls began to ache from being trapped in the confines of my pants as things grew uncomfortably out of control. I was getting more turned on by the second as it became obvious that this was not Bill's first blow job by any means.
"All right guys," I said as I grew increasingly uncomfortable. "What's going on?"
It wasn't Phil, but rather Bill who stopped sucking his older brother just long enough to face me and deliver his unexpected reply.
"Sir," he said. "I'm happy to suck my master's cock and do anything else he requires of me,"
He said it in such a way that I could tell it was his habitual standard response.
Then, without hesitating, Bill went right back to sucking his brother, surprisingly taking all six and a half inches of Phil's boner to the base. It was the most erotic deep throat display I'd ever seen in my life. Bill himself was all boned up too and had a good six inches of his own saluting proudly between his legs. Phil finally closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he prepared to blast Bill's throat with his brotherly cum.
"Oh yeah... oh yeah baby," he moaned.
I could see Bill tense up as he struggled to swallow Phil's initial blasts. Before Phil was finished, he pulled out of his brother's mouth and shot several more ropes of cum across Bill's face. Bill didn't do anything to wipe it away as Phil ordered him to go get his cloths. After what I had just witnessed, I figured that Bill would probably need permission to wipe his brother's cum off himself in their little game of `Master and Slave'. Bill had gathered his cloths from the kitchen but made no attempt to get dressed. Then without any notice or explanation, Phil picked up my business card I had given him earlier and then picked up his cell phone that was sitting on my bookshelf as he and Bill both headed for the door.
"Thanks for the pizza," Phil said and then opened my door.
Bill then stood in my doorway as Phil walked across the hall and opened their apartment door. Once opened, Bill walked quickly across the hall and shut their door behind him.
I was still kind of shocked that Phil and Bill would put on such an elaborate and seductive display at a strangers place. I have to admit that within seconds of them leaving, I closed and locked my door and stripped naked, finally releasing my own imprisoned genitalia. I grabbed some lotion and had the most amazing bate session I've had in a very long time. I shot eight good ropes of my pent up jizz all over my chest. The first two were so powerful that they completely splattered my face. After I recovered from my long abstinence and slowly floated back from nirvana, I went in and took my very first shower in my new place. I truly enjoyed the warm water caressing my body as I fantasized about taking Phil and Bill's nice two cocks into my mouth, making them beg me to let them cum.
Later that evening, I finally got my computer connected and began catching up on my accumulated emails. As I was sorting through them, a new one appeared.
The e-mail address was from Phil@BateMaster.com. I tried to think of who I might know with the address Phil@BateMaster.com. Then I began to wonder if this might be the Phil from across the hall. Anyhow, I opened it. The message itself was blank but it contained one single attachment. As I opened the attachment, my jaw dropped in utter shock. It was an image of Bill, blowing Phil in my living room right when Phil was cuming on Bill's face and in the background was me watching him cum with lust and desire in my eyes.
I sat back in shock and realized what must have happened. Now I remember thinking how strange it was when Phil reached up and got his cell phone off my bookshelf when the two of them were leaving. I thought it was strange at the time but didn't question it since they were leaving anyway and I was in a hurry to satisfy my own growing sexual hunger.
Phil must have strategically placed his cell phone on my bookshelf when I took my private phone call in my bedroom. That's when he must have activated it so he could capture his little stunt on its built in video camera when I came back into the room.
I didn't know what to do. As I stared at the photo on my computer screen, I grew more nervous by the minute. I decided to put it aside for the moment and finish reading my list of e-mails when another new message from Phil@BateMaster.com arrived. The message simply read:
"We'll talk about this tomorrow. Your new boss, Mr. Winifred, is my great uncle!"
End of Chapter #1
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