Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2015 19:23:34 -0700
From: Tanner Bowen <rhondanrhondashiancreations@gmail.com>
Subject: Companionship Inventory Part 1

Companionship Inventory-Part 1

	This story is completely fiction and comes out the the inner
channels of my mind. Any resemblance to persons or events real is purely
coincidence. This is part one of a multi-part story containing a fictional
sexual liaison between two consenting male adults. If such material offends
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	I was laying on my bed in my underwear covered by a small, thin
blanket thumbing through a magazine when he walked out of the bathroom
having just finished his shower-towel draped around his supple waist and
his chest and stomach hair plastered to his toned and fit body. He crossed
from the bathroom door to the closet pausing at his dresser to grab a few
things.  He sauntered into the closet and deposited his items on a shelf
therein and turned and reached out grabbing the door knob to shut the
door-staring at me with his big, brown, laughing eyes; gave me a wink and
closed the door.

	His name was Elder Corazone and we were Mormon missionaries. I was
gay and he was most definitely not-at least he played the part of straight
ladies man super well. I had my suspicions but I attributed them to wishful
lusting. But there were also stolen glances and I swore he was checking me
out on more then one occasion. But again-I would have given just about
anything to get into his pants so I convinced myself that I was seeing
something that didn't exist.

	As soon as I heard the latch on the closet door shut I removed my
blanket, the only thing concealing a massive hard on that would not go
away. I jumped out of bed and grabbing my towel I made a bee line for the
bathroom before he had a chance to literally come out of the closet which
would have ended up figuratively dragging me out of the closet-something
which would have proven to be quite detrimental for me.

	I secured myself in the bathroom and began my morning
routine-stripping all the way down immediately. I've never like clothes nor
the confinement they placed on me-I liked to move freely and when I was
sure that I was alone not a stitch of clothing would touch my body. These
days that only happened in the morning while I was getting ready.

	As soon as I was completely free from clothing I looked at my 22
year old self in the mirror-a flabbier version of the man I was 18 months
ago. I flexed and what used to be a bulging bicep was now just part of my
arm, my toned and tight torso was gone and my defined and chiseled features
had all but rounded out. My legs however were thick and muscular, my calves
having achieved a level of muscle that I never imagined from riding a
bicycle everywhere I went seven days a week. My ass-well it was there. I
was once proud of my perky bubble butt figure but this looked now a little
more solid-more manly and it was growing on me-literally!

	I walked through the doorway from the vanity and sink into the
small compartment that housed the toilet and shower. Normally I always
shower in the dark-just a quirk of mine but today for some reason I just
left the light on. I turned on the shower and turned my attention to the
toilet to relieve myself-my hard on still raging--when something glimmering
on the floor caught my eye. I leaned closer and found what was standing out
on the off white linoleum was an fatty glob-if I didn't know any better I
would say that it was cum. But whose? Not mine-my hard member refusing to
go without attention-and only one other person had access to this
bathroom. But it couldn't be his-he wouldn't do that? Would he?

	My mind wandering now-wondering if this man that I held in such
high esteem would actually do something-so...normal? He seemed like he was
above that sort of behavior but maybe he was just like everybody else. Just
like me. It was during this course of thought that my hand pushed against a
tile on the shower which gave way revealing a hole in the wall. As I bent
down to retrieve the tile I noticed that by simply peering through the hole
I could see directly to my bed! Weird as it was I was more concerned that
there was a hole in the wall that somehow I had failed to notice the whole
time I was living here!  I wedged the tile back in making a mental note to
speak to the maintenance people to have it fixed later.

	I continued on with my shower, rubbing my body down with soap and
water, lathering up my hard on and working it over-the hole in the wall and
the cum on the floor out of my mind. I was just after one thing in that
moment-the satisfying and addictive orgasm; the moment I would throw my
head back in ecstasy.

	I started rubbing down my already throbbing piece, slowly and
leisurely becoming more turned on as the second passed. I grabbed my nipple
with a free hand and began squeezing it while simultaneously increasing the
tempo. I don't have a lot of time during these sessions so I have the whole
process down clocking in at 1.5 minutes. I brace myself against the shower
wall and I seized my now pulsating shaft with both hands-pumping for all I
was worth. My balls slapping against my hands clasped around my shaft and
then against the shower wall.  This was key to getting done so quick was
stimulating my balls-which was what the cold wet shower wall was doing.

	Right before I erupted I heard the tile fall from the wall but
didn't pay it much mind as I was about to explode right then and there. An
eruption of colors appeared in my vision as the sensation of cum flying out
of my penis caused me to tense up and flex what muscles would still
show. As soon as the last drops exited my now softening shaft I thought for
a minute I saw a light flicker in the wall hole-but I just assumed that I
had to have been seeing things following the rush I just experienced. I
bent down and grabbed the tile and placed it on top of the toilet tank. I
finished washing up, turned the shower off and stepped out to dry myself
off. Today had started out weird...little did I know it was about to get a
whole lot more weird!



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