Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2009 09:14:14 +0000 From: Nick Alias Pizza Boy Subject: Repressed Roommate Repressed Roommate By Nick Alias Pizza Boy CHAPTER ONE: What do you do when you wake up one day and realise your roommate has moved out overnight without notice, leaving you with unpaid bills? You just take anyone, at least temporarily. This is precisely what happened to Simon Miller a month ago, two days before rent was due. He couldn't afford living alone in Manhattan and, thankfully, a girl from his evening class could introduce him someone who could move in right away. It happened so quickly, their first meeting took place when he brought his suitcases an hour after he had called him. It had been so quick, the two men had absolutely no idea if they were fit to live together. Sure, being roommates wasn't like living together as a couple but nonetheless, a little compatibility was welcome. When William walked in, Simon was pleased by his good looks but he immediately suspected they wouldn't become the best of friends. He was too close, too distant. No party animal and, as Simon rightfully guessed, no guy to get naked with... At almost 28, Simon worked in advertising and took an almost excessive care of his body following years of child and teenage obesity. Perfectly cut and tan, over 100 lbs lighter with three times less bodyfat than 10 years earlier, Simon had begun to show off as much as he could and that included being totally carefree about nudity in his own apartment. Usually, he specified it to people who sought to rent his second room and there have been guys up for the same thing. But that time, he could sense it wouldn't be possible. He could live with this, of course. However, he failed miserably at evaluating how stuck up William turned out to be. The guy didn't eat meat, smoke, drink coffee or alcohol, just to name a few, but was also extremely self-conscious about being seen, even partially, undressed. As far as Simon could remember, even girls have shown more skin, for example by showing up for breakfast in just loose tops. In fact, the first time Simon stood topless in front of William, he felt such a strong condemnation in his look that he rushed to put his shirt back on. Needless to say, the only skin Simon had seen on William were his hands and face, it was useless to hope for something else even though, under those collar shirts, he seemed to be quite buff. Was he a priest? A member of a particularly conservative, fundamentalist church? Simon guessed so. But as William seldom spoke of his private life, he couldn't be certain. Even his classmate, the one that recommended him, didn't know for sure. She didn't know more than Simon, i.e that he lived an extremely monastic life. Having realised this, Simon thought it would be a bad idea to take guys home for sex. Being a bit of a slut, or was it simply because, as an art model, he had a chance to meet a lot of guys who wanted him, he was disappointed to turn down opportunities because he was unable to host. Anyway, he assumed William would eventually move out with people who were more like him in a...well, seminary! After a month, he could live with a quieter sex life, but the obligation to be dressed from head to toe in common rooms was frustrating him increasingly. It was, after all, his apartment, he was there first so he shouldn't be submitting to someone else's rules. Especially when they made no sense. Simon found extreme that a guy, especially as good looking as William, would refuse to be seen even in a t-shirt. So far, he had seen all of his roommates in their underwear, when not plain naked. CHAPTER TWO: Then came the day, a Sunday morning, when Simon woke up around six and was unable to fall asleep again. Unable to stay in bed doing nothing, he decided to put on his lycra singlet and go run around town. Once he got up, it was a bit over four hours later and he had nearly completed a marathon distance. To add to the challenge, he didn't use the elevator to reach his apartment on the 16th floor. Spent, drenched, he immediately headed to the living room and stepped out on the small balcony where he took his singlet off and hung it on the dryer. Back inside, he did some stretches before crossing the kitchen to reach the bathroom. He had no idea William was there, usually he left the apartment early on Sunday mornings. He was shocked to find him eating breakfast but the shock was definitely stronger for the "suspected churchman", who was suddently exposed to an extremely sinful sight- Simon's naked body. - Good morning! Simon said, serving himself a glass of water. - Good morning. From what he could see, William was in a bit of an ackward position. Simon felt he was being watched by his roommate, so he thought about giving him a bit of a show by staying there and talk. But William diverted his eyes, prompting Simon to fake an apology. - I'm sorry. I've been running and I stink like a pig. Let me hydrate a bit and I'll be off to shower and dress up. - Ok but then I must apologise for not looking at you while you are talking to me. - You really have strict religious beliefs, don't you? - Nudity is wrong. Simon could have bet a ten that there was a slight hesitation in William's voice. - It's your belief, not mine. I enjoy the freedom of being naked. To be honest with you, most of the time I don't bother with clothes at home. I'm just making an effort because you are horrified. - I... I am not horrified, Simon. But the body is not a public object. As he heard this, Simon began to wonder if William had ever taken any cloth off in front of someone. - I believe the body is something natural, something we all have and of which we shouldn't be ashamed of. Especially when they look good. You know, muscles, tan... William began to soften his guard. He turned his head back towards Simon, looking at him in the eyes. Already an improvement! - William, I take it you have never seen another naked man before. Even, do you look at yourself in the mirror sometimes? - Rarely. So, Simon thought, it must explain why his full-lenght bathroom mirror was constantly moved: William removed it from the door when he showered. - You should make peace with yourself. You can't be ashamed of what you're living in. Don't you think? Noticing William was becoming more and more uncomfortable, Simon decided to end his play. But as he made one step towards the bathroom, William downed his glass of juice and stood up quickly. - I must look insane to you, no? - It's okay William. I stop and we won't discuss it again. - No, I... Simon, I know I'm wrong here. I... On that, Simon watched the unbelievable happening. Three feet in front of him, William stripped so fast that it seemed his clothes were burning him. His shirt was literally ripped apart, a couple of buttoms rolling on the tile floor. The whole thing shocked Simon. He wouldn't have guessed William was so muscular...and hung! Why did he keep this to himself for so long? he wondered. - Can I fuck you? Please Simon, I've never... In a second, Simon was bent over the kitchen table and William stood behind to penetrate him. But the innocent young man, who had never even masturbated, was barely inside that he began to ejaculate uncontrollably for a moment that seemed endless to both of them. - You've cum too soon, William. It's normal for a first time. Now, get hard and do it again. You'll hold it longer. As William fucked him for a second, then third time, Simon felt his hands teasing his nipples, pecs and abs. It was all so new for William, he was completely fascinated by this other body. But despite those three penetrations, Simon had yet to reach climax. They ended up on his waterbed, with Simon giving William a masturbation crash course. William's 8.5-inch cock still stood, unmoved by the four orgasms he had had. Quite normal when it had only been used for peeing in nearly three decades! The roommates then took a long hot shower together, after which Simon invited William to "educate himself" by watching his porn collection. Obviously, he had never watched any pornography so Simon even dug out a few straight flicks he had in a drawer. As William got more and more turned on by the action on the screen, Simon plunged and gave him his first blowjob. CHAPTER THREE: From then on, their common life took a major improvement. Sex remained only occasional but there were no more tabus in the apartment, William was definitely catching up on living as a nudist like Simon. As Simon joked, morning erections became regular guests for breakfast. Some two months after their first encounter, Simon returned from a Saturday morning workout only to find his best friend Eric seated next to his door. - Bitch kicked me out! - Don't call her like that. I'm sure you've deserved it. - Dude, you gotta take MY side. - I do. Get up and come in or I'll lock you out. William was out and only met their unexpected guest late in the afternoon, finding him and Simon having a chat in the kitchen. They had been drinking and, probably because he was in a state of distress, Eric looked a bit drunk already. When he excused himself to use the toilet, William immediately muttered in Simon's ear. - Does he look good naked? - What? - What, what? - He sure does. But this guy is married, okay badly married, but he's out of reach. - If you tell me you've never wanted to have sex with him, I won't believe you. Fuck, William was right. Back when Simon was an unattractive, pale and obese teenager, Eric was so hot that he bedded even his mates' mothers. And he owed him his "new" body, Eric being his personal trainer for many years when he decided to lose weight. Simon's favourite part of working out with him was always the shower and he had countless jerk off sessions about it. - I'll fix dinner, I shouldn't be here anyway. Eric announced - No, it's okay. William's a hell of a cook. - Since when do you choose roommates by their cooking skills? I thought you auditionned them in your bedroom. Simon blushed. He had done that a lot, Eric was right. By his own admission, Eric needed to slow down his drinking and thus dinner was on water. They only opened another bottle of wine in the middle of the evening, as they were all sat down on the couch watching a movie. - Hey, did I tell you I got myself a new tatoo? Eric said - You said you were getting it but I didn't hear more, Simon replied. - And what is it? William asked. Eric immediately unbuttoned his blue shirt, revealing the colourful dragon drawn over his entire left pec. - Wow, it's a cool one! William and Simon commented. - Drew it myself, it's original work. - Nice. - Suppose you've never seen anyone with a third nipple, Eric joked as he felt William's attention on his chest. Touch it, it doesn't bite anyone. William took Eric to his word and slightly pinched the small circle next to his left nipple. Seeing an opportunity to play with Eric's huge half-dollar-sized brown nipples, Simon did the same on the other side. - Shit, am I in a gay threesome or what? Eric exclaimed when William and Simon swapped their fingers for their lips and tongues. A hand, actually Simon's right, went down Eric's washboard abs and grabbed his crotch. Despite being trapped in his jeans, he could feel heat radiating off it - a sign of growing excitement. - Guys, this is getting a bit wild... I'm not sure I can handle that. But Eric then locked in a kiss with William, as Simon undid his belt and unzipped his pants. The thick 8-incher popped out instantly, Eric still disliking underwear as much as before, and Simon went down on it immediately. - Dude, I knew you'd be a pro! Eric threw his shirt away while his pants and socks were pulled off by Simon. William undressed himself then Simon, before Eric told him to sit on the edge of the couch so he could have a try at oral sex. His ass was then lifted as Simon proceded to rim him a bit. - Awwwww... This is hot.... Don't fuck me though, please! Simon smiled and instead invited Eric to pound his generously lubed ass away. William positionned himself to get sucked off by Simon but it turned out to be a on and off thing, Simon being more interested in getting fucked by his married best friend. The carpet was scratching their knees so they moved back on the couch, which proved too small for three big guys so they ended up in Simon's bedroom. This is where they all finished each other off, nearly falling asleep immediately. Eric's wife called to beg him to return so he rushed to the shower, got dressed and left. As he walked back to his home, he sent Simon a text message. "Thanks for the hot sex. I'll come back for more later" Curiously, it was the same lines that William used when he moved out without notice on a day Simon visited his parents in New Jersey. The difference is, contrary to Eric who made it a Saturday afternoon tradition, William never returned for sex with Simon...or to pay his dues. THE END NICKALIASPIZZABOY@HOTMAIL.COM