Date: Wed, 7 Oct 2009 13:17:03 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: QUIET LIVING WITH ROOMMATES Frank awoke. The apartment was quiet. It was unusual to say the least. The fact he slept the night through itself was a surprise. Usually Steve stumbled in from his late night job of serving and drinking beer, spent too much time barfing before falling on the couch until he sobered up. Eventually he made his way into the bedroom they shared and undressed with noises Frank could never identify, fall on his bed and fart until those sounds were replaced by his snoring. Then there was Arnie who Frank had to sympathize. He went to classes all day and worked a full shift as a security guard at night. By the time he came home, usually before Steve's array of noises, his bedroom partner Carl had come home from whatever studying he had been doing. They usually had sex. Their activities had their own identity which was often punctuated by laughter. There were obvious slaps and falling. When Frank went to the bathroom he heard more of course whether they were in the living room or their bedroom. Moans, groans, slurps and mutterings both stimulated and affronted Frank. Sometime he had to masturbate other times he just pulled the pillow over his ears to escape their sex and in preparation for Steve's arrival. But that morning things were different. Nobody came home late from work or the library. Nobody stumbled and nobody yelled "fuck me" repeatedly. He stretched. The air was sweet. The curtains bounced in the hot summer air. He relieved himself and walked naked through the apartment enjoying the quiet and absence of roommates. Standing on the landing eating cereal he was aware nobody would lock the door behind him, challenging him to run naked to the back door and climb up to their balcony to get back inside. He was free, alone and to top it all, there were no classes. A nice long weekend. That's why his three roommates had disappeared to wherever they went. He hadn't made plans to do anything but sleep. Frank wandered around the apartment. It had been two years there and the place had changed from the newly painted and carpeted abode to what many would call a "typical college bums hovel". The hardware store was around the corner. He relunctantly dressed enough to be acceptable and returned with cans of paint. Naked again, he tied a roller to a broom stick and let paint drip all over him as the ceilings turned white again. The walls too changed from dingy to off white. By mid afternoon he was standing in the shower stall and pulling drops of paint from sensative parts of his body, not ignoring his hard erection in the process. After a short nap, Frank watched a porn tape and jacked himself again, remembering the sounds of his roommates that seemed to linger behind their departure. A trip to a nearby cafe brought Frank and a newly met friend home. They kissed, they sucked, they fucked everywhere. Couch, dining table, Arnie and Carl's bed, Steve's bed, even the floor found them exploring passions, needs, fantasies and exotic desires until the early morning sun started to illuminate the otherwise quiet apartment. Tony, that was his name, departed, leaving his underwear and shirt behind. The sight of his half naked body going down the steps aroused Frank again. But masturbating was delayed as he dusted, vacumned, scrubbed, washed and rearraged the place until even Frank thought it was unrecognizable. "Hey" Steve bounded in that night. But something was different. First of all he wasn't drunk. Secondly he was shaven and dressed in clean clothes. "Mom says hi" he said. That explained many things. "What happened here?" he looked around. "You did this?" Frank nodded and toasted Steve with the beer bottle he held. He tilted his head back realizing the hope for another day of quiet privacy wouldn't happen. The beer flowed down his throat and spilled over his face and onto his bare throat and body. "Shit man that's hot" Steve said. Frank thought he was reacting to the newly painted and clean apartment. But that was not the case. Steve was stripping his shirt off and licking the spilled beer off Frank's nakedness. "Keep pouring" he begged as he gladly licked the chest, belly, crotch, thighs and back to the refreshed beer covered balls. Frank and Steve had never had sex. They had masturbated next to each other while watching porn but that was all. Now Frank's legs were curled up and Steve's tongue lapped under his testicles, over his upturned butthole. All Frank could do was moan, probably louder then his other two roommates had ever done. He didn't care. His body was full of energy still, adrenoline or testosterone, he didn't know. "God fuck the hell out of me" he begged and Steve was soon naked himself, aiming his hard cock at the pulsating anal lips. Frank hoped that he could keep Steve sober enough in weeks to come to fuck him like he was doing now. His thick cock was making it's own impression inside him and Frank didn't want it to stop. He felt the moisture too soon as Steve's hand held his erection tight aiming it so the streams of sperm landed where spilled beer had been. Frank wasn't even aware the cock had left him, his sphincter remained stretched. "Shit" Steve said "gotta pee, stay there" Frank awaited the cock to return to where he had realized it needed to be. "Hey what's up?" He heard the voices and sighed. Arnie and Carl were back too. He heard them talking to Steve in the hallway. Lowering his legs he began to bring his head back to reality. The all too brief so-called long weekend was at an end. "Hey where are you going?" Steve said. He moved in front of Frank and pushed him back onto the chair. He grabbed ankles and aimed his cock. "We don't have work or classes for another day" He said. That's when Frank saw Arnie and Carl standing close. They were naked as well. "Save enough of him for us, we've been waiting for this all year long" Arnie said "Maybe we can take turns" Carl said. Frank let his head fall back as he heard their voices, the moans were his, the groans were from each as his roommates did what they threatened, stretching his butt open with their cocks one after the other. It was probably never going to be quiet in their apartment again. And Frank realized he would like it that way afterall.