So you know that bogus little disclaimer Nifty has you do? Well, yeah. This is all a work of fiction, none of this is true, blah-de-blah-blah! -.-
Chapter One
The elevator door slid open and I stepped out into the dilapidated hallway. I could've heard a pin drop had there been one. My grandmother's room was located in the hallway branching from the recreation center in front of the elevator. I turned right and located her door. Knocking three times, I tapped my foot. A few doors down, a woman closed her door. As she passed me, she smiled. I could've sworn she even winked. The sad thing was, I enjoyed it.
The older women in my grandmother's apartments were always winking or smiling at me. It was awkward. If only anyone my age looked at me like that. Girls were too intimidated and guys were out of my league. It was a secret kept between my best friend and me that I was gay. Kiley, my "bestie from another testes", was legit. She promised to never utter a word. If she did, I'd let everyone know she used to sext online.
Anyway, back to my story. Guys used to kick my ass because I had a big mouth. I remember a distinct situation that I got destroyed. This douche in my English class accused me of hitting on him in Phys. Ed. Keep in mind, he was ugly as hell. The conversation went like this:
"Bro, you need to stay away from Cambridge. He's a total fag. I swear, he was trying to get me from behind in the showers."
"You say my name?" I entered the conversation.
"Yeah, I did Silas."
"Well, prick, the only thing that would like to get behind you is your fucked up grades. Hm, remember when you were benched for slipping up in class?" And the next thing I knew, he knocked my ass to the floor. There's a certain joy one gets from out-smarting a smart-ass, and I often indulge in such. But, what can you do?
My grandmother Jen opened the door, pulling me into a bear hug.
"Silas, I've missed you so much."
"I know, I know, Nana." I grinned. She invited me in and closed the door behind me. That night was filled with a few board games, watching her favorite soaps, and making a cake to jizz about. Being her favorite grandchild, I got to take home her cake. Just as she went to bed, she turned to face me.
"Oh, dear, could you take my laundry down to the machines. The basket is in the closet and the quarters are on the bar."
"Sure. I'll let myself back in. You have a good sleep." She kissed me on the cheek, and I slowly closed the door. I hefted the basket on my hip and dropped the coins into my pocket. Again, the hallways were empty. Apparently no one did anything. It would've been a good idea to ask her where the laundry room was before heading out though. As I turned the closest corner, I bumped into a man. Well, Adonis was probably a better name. His chiseled features accented his soft-looking beard. He had deep brown eyes that looked somewhat amber. A slightly crooked nose was welcomed onto his almost perfect face.
"Shit." He said, fumbling with a box. I dropped my laundry and quickly grabbed his box. As I did so, the opened flap of the box slammed against my face. "Holy shit, I'm sorry." He said, regaining his control over the box.
"What?" I asked, just as I tasted blood. I raised a hand to my lips, feeling warm liquid on my fingers.
"Here," he said, setting the box down. "Let me help you." He took hold of my wrist and dragged me to the bathroom. I clasped my hand over my mouth, trying to stop the bleeding. He pushed the metal door to the hallway bathroom open and flicked on the light.
"Move your hand." He said curtly. He wrapped toilet paper around his long fingers and ran it under cold water. His fingers pressed against my lips, wiping off the blood. It was a cool sensation that was slightly erotic. Meeting a strange man, ending up in the bathroom, bleeding, you know, romantic stuff. "I am so sorry?"
"Silas." I said, finishing his sentence.
"Silas. Nice." He said, crinkling his eyes as he smiled.
"Do I get your name? The fact that you're fixing me up and all kinda warrants it."
"Leo. I work here."
"As a??" He sighed, cleaning off my cut. He opened his messenger bag and extracted hydrogen peroxide, a Q-tip, and a small band-aid. "Ohhh." He smiled again. This time it was different. "You get a lot of crap about being a male nurse?"
"The ladies enjoy my company, haha."
"Nice, man. Are you into cougars?"
"God, no!" He laughed, stopping mid-wipe.
"That's your business." I smiled, wincing because of the cut. He spent the next few minutes fixing me up. Finally, we were done.
"Again, I'm sorry." He held out his hand, gesturing for me to shake. I clapped mine against his, and he suddenly pulled me into a hug. His hand clapped my back. Seriously, I almost died. It took strength not to lick his neck. I wanted to push him against the sink and fu-? have fun. Let's say that. The time spent thinking should've been more observant. He was holding me an awfully long time. "I'm a nurse for your grandmother. She's a nice lady." He said in my ear. "We talk about a lot of things. Sometimes things slip."
"What are you saying?" I asked, pulling my head away from his shoulder. I looked up into his eyes. He leaned his head next to mine, moving closer.
"I'm saying that I know. I know you're her baby Silas. I know that she's fine with whoever you love. I know."
W-was he telling me that he knew about my? orientation? I grimaced at him and pulled away. How dare he think I was interested in him? Did he purposely fuck my face up so he could sleep with me? That was twisted. I stepped out of his grasp and stormed out of the room. I speed-walked into the recreation room, totally lost. Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Silas!" He hissed, following after me. "I'm sorry. Silas, I'm sorry."
"Dude, that's weird. Did you plan on molesting me?"
"Not at all. Really, I just wanted to get to know you."
"So you hit me in the face with a box?"
"Well, that was an accident, really." He said, smirking. I stepped to his face, pushing him back.
"How the hell is that funny?"
"It's not that it's funny. I'm just thinking of you and me. How this isn't how I pictured it. Maybe we could've been friends. Maybe more. I'm an idiot." He started to walk away. I ran over to him, grabbing his arm. As he looked back, I kissed him. I ran my fingers over his tan skin and through his thick, wavy hair. His beard scraped my shaved chin and I kissed him harder. He grabbed my thighs under my ass and pulled my legs up to his waist. I nearly lost my balance, but wrapped around him to hold tight.
Leo bounced me up higher to get a better grip. I felt his tongue spear my throat. I heard Leo whisper my name, tongue slickly sliding across my teeth. Before we moved any further, I grabbed a handful of his thick black hair, pulling his head back far. I glared at him as his head craned back.
"I'm only doing this because I'm tired of not getting laid. So, we do this, and we'll see where the hell this goes, okay? Who am I kidding, you'll say whatever I wanna hear to get your rocks off. Whatever." He moaned deep in his throat, and I let go of his head. It snapped back to mine, and I began grinding against his crotch. I felt his hard-on through his gray jeans. Without warning, Leo dropped me. I wanted to cry out, but I hit something that stopped my fall. He looked devilishly at me. The piano under me cried out as I hit the keys.
"We're really having sex on a piano? Cheesy. But sexy." He grinned at me. Who cares that we might get caught? Who cares that we could've gotten in trouble? Leo unzipped my jeans and yanked them off. I opened my legs wide to assist him. He hurried to open his flannel shirt, unbuttoning it as he rubbed my thigh. I groaned, sliding my hands up his ripped chest. With both of his hands, he grabbed the V of my shirt collar and literally tore it down the middle. What the hell? He just ripped a vintage T-shirt! I still went with it though.
I slipped his shirt off his shoulders. He winked. Leo unzipped his pants and slid them down his legs. I marveled at his tight boxer-briefs. It was so hot. I slipped my hands into the front of his underwear, carefully avoiding his cock. He impatiently pulled his underwear off. I rolled my eyes and gazed at his meat. It was glory itself, the eight inches. The shaft was as smooth as baby skin, with a head that slightly pulsed. His dick was dripping with pre-cum. I slid down onto the seat of the piano, putting his rod into my mouth. He took in a deep, sharp breath. I went at it with everything I had. I pulled his cock out, carefully sucking on each of his smooth balls.
His large, black bush greeted my nose as I worked on him. I caught a glimpse of myself in a window. My scruffy brown hair bobbed up and down on a long, rock hard shaft.
"Silassss," He hissed. I enjoyed pleasing him, making his knees weak. It was erotic in the most definite term. I let him take control. He grabbed my head and face-fucked me. After a few minutes of that, I decided to take back my control. Without warning, I began a sucking method my vacuum would be jealous of. I let no more than his cock head pass through my lips while he tried to force it in. I knew that the force of him slamming it in my mouth and the pressure on his head would send him over the edge.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" He cried, shooting his thick load in my mouth. He shot off five, six, seven ropes of sperm in my mouth. I tried to swallow as fast as possible. With a little bit left, I pulled his dick out and inserted my finger into my mouth. Scooping cum out of my mouth, I spread it over both his nipples and down his six-pack. With a smile, I flicked my tongue over his nipples that were rock-hard. He groaned more and he tugged on his dick. I finally ran my tongue down his chest. He shuddered. I sat back and let him rub his limping cock over my face. With a little sperm left in my mouth, I sat on my knees on the bench and kissed him. I pulled back, admiring his face. I kissed his cheek.
"Silas?" Nana called down the hall.
"Shit!" He said, buttoning his shirt back up. I helped pull his pants back on and get dressed.
"Dude, you fucked my shirt up!" I hissed. Before doing anything, he put my jeans back on, flipping me on my stomach and dressing me from behind. To my pleasure, I felt his boner against my back. I stood on my toes and slid down his crotch with my backside. He growled wrapped it around my chest. He sat at the piano, messing with the keys.
"That's how you do the basic chords." He said a little too loud.
"I didn't know it could be so easy," trying to say my line as casually as possible.
"Silas, what are you doing?" She leaned against the wall, smiling.
"Sorry, Nana. I was doing the laundry when I heard Leo playing piano. I wanted to learn a little something before I went to bed." She nodded, smiling. As I tried to respond as casually as possible, Leo was slipping his hand under the blanket, massaging my crotch. She turned around for a second, and I bit Leo's shoulder. He slapped my crotch and I yelped. Nana turned around quickly.
"Sorry. Bit my tongue." I smiled.
"Well alright, sweetheart. Just make sure you get to bed soon. I'll let you two finish your lesson." I waved and Leo smiled over his shoulder. She walked back to her room. I jumped up and kissed Leo's neck from behind.
"Next time this happens, I'm going to get something out of it." I gently nibbled on his earlobe as I did spoke. He grabbed my ass from behind.
"Silas, next time this happens, I'm going to fuck your ass until you spray cum all over chest." My eyes were wide when he turned to face me. He placed a kiss on my lips before turning back to face the piano. Shocked, and turned on, I headed back to Nana's room.
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