I saw the shadow of his feet under my door, and stopped. Covered my boyfriend’s mouth with one finger, and mine with another, but I didn’t say “Sh.”
I moved into this house, a boarding house not far from the College strip, but it was co-ed. Mostly for college students that don’t want to live in dorms, or aren’t in a frat/sorority house, but I didn’t go to school there.
I got my GED at the community college, so I could get a job, but the rent was good, and they didn’t Only rent rooms to college students. I moved in on summer, but it was more like a bed, and breakfast you could rent by the month.
You got a room, and shared bathrooms on either end of the hall. One was the girl’s room, and the other for the boys. The girl’s room usually had a line down the hall in the morning, because it just takes longer to get ready, but during the day, it’s fairly quiet.
When I moved in the girls warned me that the landlord was a “Perv.” Some of them called him an R.A. but really he was the owner’s son. He didn’t live at home, but he got to live there for free, the Master Bedroom, his own private bath, and collected the rent from us every month or so.
He also sexually harassed all the girls, and I don’t know if he actually did panty raids, because I took their advice, and changed the lock. Other than that, it was cheap, not much smaller than my old room at home, I didn’t have to share with my little sister, and Charles. Honestly?
He was kinda cute, engaged, and his fiancee made him promise to move out after the wedding, but until then. He didn’t stop being a perv, just because he was about to be married. If anything, he seemed to step it up, because he knew he was leaving, he liked this cushy situation, and maybe even thought he’d get away with it after he left.
So, I waited for the students to go off to class, and invited my boyfriend over, to fuck. Furnished room, but one of those cheapo single beds, that had probably been rented out to so many college kids (Male, and female) that the box spring was worn out. It squeaked, and the guy on the other side of the wall woke me up rolling over, because his squeaked too.
Sometimes, I even heard his squeaking in that rhythm, that got faster, and faster, until it stopped, so I could go to sleep. I knew he jerked off, and I even thought about him. Him alone in bed, with a hard on, and stroking it under the covers until it got too hot. Kicking them off to jerk off in the dark, and played with myself until he finished. I even imagined his cum spraying all over the place. Sticking straight up, I don’t know if he did that, or caught it in a snot rag, but I usually got horny enough to finger one out before I fell asleep.
If anyone else got too loud, in any of the other rooms then you could beat on the walls, and tell them to keep it down. I’m trying to sleep, or study in here. You couldn’t tell them to get a room, because they did, but I seriously doubt the walls were insulated at all.
I just tried to masturbate, and time it with them. One of them cumming, but I rarely timed it just right. Sometimes, just knowing they were having an orgasm that close was enough to push me over the edge, but of course, I had a boyfriend.
Too, we were sexually active, I was on birth control so we didn’t have to use rubbers, but he liked to pull out, and I just like cumshots. Body shots, on my tits, tummy, maybe a little on my face, but not the whole thing. Especially on my legs, because then I can hold them up, and see the whole wad when I play with it.
I don’t really like the taste, or the mouth feel. Honestly it’s gross, but when I have a good tan, especially. Now that I could go out in short shorts, and get my legs nice and tan. So, the white drops show up even better on them, that was the best.
At least until we found something better together, but my boyfriend agreed with me, when he met Charles. “You’re right, he’s cute.” I mean that literally, he’s got this bowl cut, that you’d think wouldn’t look good on anyone, but that gave him bangs he could hang down. He lowered his head, for instance in the kitchen, so he could look at you, and you couldn’t see his eyes.
It’s just, stupid honestly. Okay, if you hide your eyes, so I don’t see you checking out my tits, there’s another girl right across the table getting coffee or whatever, and it doesn’t occur to him that we might talk? About the resident pervert, and who’s getting into the dirty laundry if you don’t lock your door, or the clean underwear if you leave it in the laundry room, or hang it up where anyone can see it.
If you ask anyone, it’s the guy that hides his eyes, and checks every girl out when she’s not looking, but all the other girls see it, all the time. So, it’s creepy, and suspicious. Especially when he’s like 30 (Ish?) too old to hang around college girls, and too passive aggressive to approach you. Has no concept of privacy, your boundries, and personal space, or he just likes to invade them, but I’m weird.
I kinda like that. Sick boys, especially the stalkerish types, because it’s almost a game you play with them. All unspoken rules, but I like to tease them, and I like the surprise when they actually do something. Because they’re passive aggressive, they never actually do anything, until they do.
I’m not the only one, he met his fiance’ here, and she’s going to marry him. Knowing damned well what kind of creepy perv he is, because she likes it too. So does my boyfriend, “Now I’m not bisexual, or anything. Not even bicurious, but.”
He is kinda cute. So, I figured it was just about my last chance. He was already talking to people about taking over for him, keeping an eye on the house, and collecting rent. He hasn’t hired anyone yet, but the wedding is less than a month away, and I think maybe he’s stressed about that?
I don’t know, of course I can’t get him to talk about it, but I think about it a lot, and that’s a big part of the game. What goes on in that brain of his? What kind of delusion does he have that he actually believes he gets away with it. When honestly he’s so bad at it, even when he’s just thinking about it he gets that dirty grin, and it’s not even a guilty grin.
Finally, we set the trap. He came over, and we made out on the couch in the living room, until we’re sure he knew what we’re about to do. Then, he went back to the Master Bedroom (That’s on the ground floor) to Master Bait, and we went up to my room. I made sure to step on the squeaky end of the steps.
Up against the wall, my boyfriend looked over the railing until we got to the top. There was another railing across from the doors, so I unlocked mine, and slammed it. He fell on the bed with me, and I got stared getting us undressed. Well, I got his pants open, but completely naked before I saw the shadows.
Feet appearing under my door, so I knew he was you there. I smiled, and held a finger up to my lips. My boyfriend nodded, and kissed my other finger, but I pushed him down. So he bounced, and kept bouncing so the box spring squeaked. Sneaking along between the bed, and the dresser, he didn’t even try the door. I didn’t lock it, so I had to turn the latch in the doorknob, and the doorknob to swing it open.
“Huh!” My boyfriend stopped bouncing, and I shook my head. “Ian?”
The boy next door, he had his pants open, and his dick out, but for a moment there. I’d never actually seen his dick before, not out in the open, and only saw the bulge when he came out with morning wood, or got a boner downstairs.
He ran, and I chased him laughing, but then my boyfriend pushed past me at Ian’s door. “Ah, let go of me, faggot!”
“You like looking at my girlfriend?”
“Actually, I think he likes listening to me,” but I straightened up. Sucked in my tummy, spread my legs, and rocked my hips, with my hands on them, pushing up my chest. Stark naked, nothing but pubic hair. “But go ahead, take a look.”
He stopped struggling, and his jaw dropped. So, my boyfriend could reach up behind his neck, and hold his arms out full Nelson. “Huh, I didn’t get a good look at your pecker, while it was still hard.” He managed to button his pants, but not zip up the zipper, and there was even a little underwear sticking out of the fly. “What’s wrong?” I stuck my fingers in to tuck it back, and rubbed his soft chubby.
“Uh, let me go, I’m not gay, and I can’t get it up with your cock against me.”
“Huh, we’ll see about that,” I took it as a challenge, but hooked my fingers up, and stuck my thumbs on the outside to pop the button through. “Not even with my tits right in front of you? You like my tits, don’t you?”
“Huh, yeah. They’re nice.” He even nodded, and when I got his cock out, it was starting to bloat with blood again. In pulses with his heartbeat, so fast, and I stuck my fingers down to feel it in the root. Not the taint, but the base of his cock, through the top of his scrotum, and gripped it in the other hand. Thumb to thumb so the blood could get in, but not out.
“I like this too. After all these months you’ve been teasing me. Listening to you jerk your cock, alone at night. Huh, what if I did this?”
I popped the head in my mouth, slipping my fingers down deeper to roll his balls out, back, and forth. Turning my other hand around to grip him, and slowly stroke him. Tickling the little nugget of skin in the split. “Huh, yeah suck it, suck it all.”
“No.” I licked my lips, and slipped my fingers out. Slick, and wet, I twisted it like a doorknob.
“AhuhUH!” His knees shook, and he tried to hunch, but that just made him hump back into my boyfriend. He shook his head, eyes squeezed tight, and I could see now why he liked that position so much.
My boyfriend, I mean. I might as well call him Nelson, but I can’t tell you his real name, of course. He’s not gay, he’s not even a rapist, but he likes something that’s so sick, and weird, I’m probably never going to understand it.
He likes to hump men, especially strange men, in public. Like a dog humping your leg, even though you’re not even the same species, and it’s even better if they’re straight. If they don’t like it, they tense up, and that makes their buttocks even firmer.
“HUH!” He’s so sensitive! “Uh, ngh! No, ah! Fuck, huh. Ahhh fuck. Yeah.”
“Huh!” I just held my legs together. Squatting naked, and caught most of it in my lap. “Hhuh!” Let go, and shivered when a little dribbled out from his flaccid shriveled circumcised cock. “Let him go.”
“Ugh!” Ian just dove on the bed, and buried his head, shaking it in the pillow, but Nelson pulled the door, before he stopped crying. “So you can fuck me?”
“What are you looking at?” He bowed up, over the railing, and Charly closed his mouth, before he ran off to his room. “Turn around,” he yanked my arm, and pushed my shoulder. Bending me over the railing, so all I could do was hang on. The thrill of seeing the living room below, even though it was empty, the front door was right there, and if he let me go. I’d probably hit the table but he didn’t.
“I’ll fuck you all right.”
“UHN!”
“I’ll fuck the shit out you!”
“Fuck yeah, fuck me!” He’s never done it with another man’s cum running down my legs before, but I just lost count of how many levels of wrong this was. “John, fuck me Tom, Dick, and Hairy! Fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. Nobody fucks me the way yah! AIGH! NEAIGH!”
At some point, I couldn’t even think in words, just squeal, and wail with every gasp fucked out of me.
“Huh, slut uh!” He finally pulled out. “Filthy fucking slut.”
“Whore, sluts don’t make as much money as I do.”
“Uh huh!” I just held my legs together, and closed my eyes, so he could get the back. Felt the hot white lust running down my legs, since the front had run down, leaving sticky snail trails starting to dry up, and flake.
“Charles! CHARLES? YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS UP HERE, NOW!”
“What, what the fuck, what do you want from me?”
I just stuck my finger out, and inched it. “Cum up here, and I’ll show you.”
“What are you crazy? Not with him around, you sick psycho bitch!”
“Sh.” I held it up to my lips, and grinned. My best creepy grin, I practiced!
Nelson just shrugged, and headed down the stairs. “I’ll see you later then, call me?”
“You bet I will.” I winked when he looked back from the door.
He can always come back, as soon as I get Charley in my room.
That’s what I gave him a key for…
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