***Although I have removed most of the bad stuff that actually took place and wrote a more erotic story, it is all an actual account as it happened in real time. Also, both guys are over 18 years old.
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HOOK
The sun hasn't come out for a week and it has been rainy and gloomy...kind of the way my life has been going. My freshman year of college hasn't started out very well and, on top of my lack of social graces and the bullying making every other day a struggle, my grades are slipping. All of this and nearly a two hour commute to and from school...yes, nearly two hours as I live in one of the outer boroughs. Today is going to be more of the same except it isn't raining but the gray over cast makes it feel like one of those silent movies.
Mom and I always leave at the same time, to catch the train, even though I need to transfer as I go in a different direction than she does but not today as I will wait for mom's train to leave, cross over and catch the train back home. `This is nuts,' I think as my mind is racing. `Can I really do this...ditch school?' I can feel my body shaking with every step and, as I make my way back to the other side, I feel my stomach doing flip flops and my legs feel like rubber however, as my train enters the station, I have no time to think...it is now or never.
The short ride feels like an eternity as does the escalator ride to the street. I don't remember it being so chilly either and my knees are knocking together during the walk back to my apartment. Pulling my hood over my face and staying close to the buildings, I am at a near run as having anyone recognize me on the way is driving me into panic mode. Finally, I can see my building and, the best thing is, the only living soul around appears to be the superintendent and, at this distance, there is no way he'll see me, let alone figure out who I am.
As I enter my apartment, I take a long deep breath, close and lock the door, go to my room, change back into my PJ's and slide under my covers. As I start to settle in, the worst thing that can happen today, does...I hear the loudest sound ever and nearly jump out of my skin...in the silence of the apartment, the intercom buzzer is sounding more like an air raid siren which makes my heart jump out of my chest, forming my first thought, `Busted! But by whom?'
I am rationalizing that nobody is supposed to be home so if I don't answer they'll go away. But "they", whoever it is, won't stop. It seems as though they have been ringing the buzzer for hours as I bury my head under my pillow. The buzzer finally stops ringing, I begin to feel at ease and thoughts of sleep begin to make their way back into my mind but that is short lived as my doorbell starts ringing, again, until I give in...time to face the music. Looking through the peek hole, I can see it is the superintendent so I open the door and pretend to be sick as he pushes his way inside.
He is about six feet, three inches tall, has broad shoulders, probably in his fifties, a retired police officer or something and is always smiling. Compared to him, I am more of a waif as I am maybe five feet, ten or eleven inches tall, really skinny, maybe one hundred ten pounds and my pushed back hair cut and slender face gives me more of a tom boy look than a boy.
"Your dad told me to check the kitchen sink and when I spotted you I figured this is as good a time as any."
Without waiting for a reply, he simply walks to the kitchen, puts down his tools and begins working. My pulse is quickening at the thought of him seeing me sneaking home and I'm wondering, `If he did, who else saw me?' Not knowing what else to do, I'm walking behind him as it seems like the right thing to do, at the moment. We share the room in total silence for about five minutes, before he starts to make conversation, then he drones on and on for about fifteen minutes.
"Would you take a look at what I'm doing?" he asks.
Strangely, he puts the tools in my hands and then manipulates them to work as he is explaining how to put a faucet back together...sort of how a womanizing tennis instructor teaches tennis. We get it all back together, he packs away his tools and washes and dries his hands.
"You know, it's very important to be educated and not to waste any time. You're not like the other boys in the neighborhood as they always seem to be in trouble, in one way or another. You're special, you should stay away from trouble and do as you're told."
It's odd...it seems as if he knows I'm ditching school and is trying to tell me something. Then he starts to say good bye with a big hug...and when I say big, I mean he's wrapping his huge arms completely around me and holding me so tight, it feels as if nothing in this world can harm me.
"All right then, I'll see you around," he says.
He is turning to walk away but comes in again for another hug, this time pressing the whole of his body to mine as all I can do is stand here. With a huge grin on his face, it looks as if he is leaving this time but instead, he comes in a third time and is holding me in his arms for a, considerately, much longer time...then I feel his hand on mine. He is taking my hand and placing it over the bulge of his cock and, even though he isn't fully hard, it feels huge.
He is letting go and so do I but he does it again, this time manipulating my fingers to make me squeeze his swelling cock. When he let go this time, I am lingering long enough to squeeze his cock before I let go and, when I don't feel his hand again, that's that. I am so confused at this point...why did he make me touch him that way, why did I linger and more alarming still, because I'm not a girl, why am I feeling my own cock starting to get hard? None of this makes any sense but maybe he'll go now, maybe that's all he wants.
It isn't. He's taking my hand again, putting it inside his pants and making sure it is wrapped around his stiffening cock.
"Please be a good girl and pull it out? Go ahead," he whispers into my ear.
I'm shocked and confused about what is happening as I start to do as I'm told but, wait, did he call me a girl? What's that all about, had he made a mistake? I'm being held in his arms so tight, I can barely breathe so when he lets me loose it is not only a relief but now I get to see his cock in my hand. I've never seen another man's cock before, let alone one as big as this while I'm holding it! It's easily as long and as thick, or thicker, than my forearm. With his one arm hanging around my shoulder, he is putting the other over my hand and has me stroking his cock.
"Easy, gently. That's a good girl," he whispers again.
He's walking me over to the kitchen table where he pulls out a chair. What the hell! Is he doing this on purpose? Angered by this, I am about to say something when he shoves his hand down my pj's and grabs my cock and balls. My whole body is petrified, even my hand that's stroking him lets go as I have no idea what is going on. I am numb as he pulls down my pants and underwear, in one swift motion, and I see my little dick getting as hard as a rock as he strokes it.
