Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2005 19:47:14 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "The Open Window" (Naughtified Version)

			      THE OPEN WINDOW
			   (NAUGHTIFIED VERSION)
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     [NOTE: I am introducing with this story the "naughtified" story. A
"naughtified" story is the opposite of a "sanitized" story like you find at
my Fantasy World site, I have taken the otherwise-acceptable storyline and
subverted its contents to where it belongs at Rogue Moon! You will find the
original of this story in the "Encounters" section of Nifty Archives.]
     "It's a lovely apartment." my mother said when we moved in and I first
saw the place.
     "But Mo-om!" I moaned. "What were you thinking?" I had just seen my
mother's apartment, a run-down place in a decaying building right next to a
major intersection, the sounds of traffic coming in the window were
horribly loud, a constant roar of engines and horns and shouts.
     "You know that I can't afford any place better." Mom said. "Your
father isn't giving me a penny of child support right now, and I don't make
much as a waitress. Just be glad this place has two bedrooms or you'd be
sleeping on the couch." The "waitress" was at a bar nearby, one reason she
had taken this apartment.
     "I'm sorry, Mom." I said. "I'm glad I got my own room, really." The
down side of an unfriendly divorce, my family had gone from being
reasonably wealthy to living paycheck-to-paycheck, and paying for two
households on top of that. Two cars, two televisions, two single-again
lifestyles...it adds up to no money for Junior, which was me, their only
son, my family's prosperity had gone to help pay the attorneys
     I'd been staying the summer with Dad, but with school coming up, such
as it was, I had gone to stay with Mom. She had just moved into this place
not that far from my school, a short bus ride and I'd be there, so with the
location and Dad's work hours, going to stay with her was sensible...then
I'd seen the apartment!
     There was another problem with this apartment. It was a ground-floor
apartment and separated only by the alley was the back of the blue-collar
bar where Mom worked. I was going to be listening to redneck music and
fights and who-knew-what-else every night while I tried to sleep. And until
the temperature went down, I was going to be doing it with my window open.
     Mom had an answer for the noise level; I was going to put a fan in my
room, not for the air (which flowed through the apartment pretty well
without that, the buildings on either side of the alley formed a sort of
ventilation shaft), but for the noise. An old, noisy, creaking, roaring
fan.
     It all wasn't so bad, I found out when nighttime came. There was loud
music in the bar across the way, yeah, but the back door was closed, and so
distance muted it from being anything more than a sort of racket, and with
the fan going, it became a sort of throbbing sound, rather like a giant's
heartbeat. The apartment was hot, about eighty-five degrees at a guess, but
my stripping down and lying on top of the covers and having that fan play
on me, I felt all right; I'd been sleeping like this all summer for the
same reason, people at the beach don't go for air conditioning much. As for
the noise, you can get used to that pretty fast. I was falling asleep about
as well as anyone does in a strange bed in a strange place that first
night, when I heard a noise that wasn't a giant's heartbeat. More like a
harp!
     Someone was taking the screen off my window!
     I know, the place should have had security bars on it, in such a
location. The window, due to the slope of the ground, was only about two
feet off the ground, a person who took off the screen could just step right
into the room!
     Which is what was happening, and damned fast! The screen wasn't
fastened in right, I guess, it just sort of gave that "twang" I'd heard and
popped right out. A guy crawled in the window, by the simple expedient of
lifting one leg inside, sitting down and sliding over so his inside leg was
on the floor and scooting out by hopping the rest of the way. His execution
of this maneuver was enough to show that he was intoxicated but not totally
drunk. Feeling no pain, ready to share his light with the world, but not
ready to fall down and spare us that light.
     "Hey, there you are!" he said. "Naked as promised, eh?"
     The fan was noisy, my voice was the muffled thing you have when you've
just been rousted after nearly falling asleep. "Muh? Whuh's thah?"
     The guy was wearing only a white tank-top t-shirt and blue jeans, he
must have taken off his shoes on the way in, because he undid his buttons
and shucked them faster than a fireman! Inside that was an untamed, raging
hard-on unfettered by briefs that he aimed at me and said, "Now, let's get
this going and...shit, you're a kid!"
     "I was trying to sleep!" I said. "And you're not dressed right now,
either!"
     "How old are you, kid?"
     "I'm twelve." I admitted.
     "Humph!" the guy seemed to consider it. "Ah, hell, I'll fuck you
anyway."
     I was so astonished by that comment I just stared as he walked over. I
could see him better now. Big, rugged, handsomely square jaw shadowed by
beard stubble, his body a strong triangle of muscles from broad shoulders
now to a slender waist. His cock was large, firm, uncut, ripe, rich!
     He got straddle of my chest and plunked that thick cock onto my
throat. "Come on, get to sucking, kid." He ordered. His strength, his
power, overwhelmed me, and I submitted to his demand without a word. He
lifted his dick, I opened my mouth, he popped it in with an imperious
thrust of his hips forward, and I had a hard dong throbbing halfway down my
throat. God, I couldn't believe it!
     "Come on, get to sucking it!" he said again when I hesitated, and he
grabbed my head and began to hunch at me. I coughed, choked, and he let me
spit out his cock.
     "What the hell's wrong with you, boy?" He demanded. "You don't know
how to suck a dick?"
     "No." I admitted, still coughing around the word.
     "Shit!" he exclaimed.  "Well, do you want to?"
     I considered this astonishing question.  "Uh-huh." I admitted, did a
final bit of coughing.  And I did!  My sexuality was just beginning to
awaken into concrete thoughts beyond curiosity, and what thoughts I had
were of men, strong, muscled, hairy men like this guy.  Why wouldn't I want
a chance to find out what it was like, in the comfort of my own bedroom?
     He smiled at me and said, "Okay, kid, listen careful. Here's what you
do." And he told me how I should do it. Keep my lips tight over his cock,
coat his pud with as much saliva as I could and concentrate on not
gagging. "You got all that?" He snarled at me when he was done.
     "Uh-huh." I said.
     "Now try it again and this time, do it right!" And his cock was shoved
at me again.
     I took charge of the sucking, and he let me. After a time he got up
and stood on the bed, and I got to my knees and took back his cock. This
gave me greater range and he stood there, his head nearly brushing the
ceiling, grinning down at me. "Damn, yeah, I'm glad you've moved in here."
he said. "Cute young boy servicing my hard cock, yeah, shit, yeah! Better'n
any woman I've ever had. Get back down again, I want to try something."
     I lay back down and his idea was to sit on my shoulders, almost, and
folded his legs underneath me, like he was sitting cross-legged. It pinned
me a good bit and he took back over, holding my head at the back, keeping
me up but otherwise making me work his pud. It helped, my head had his
hands, or at worst, the calves of his legs, to rest on, and both would let
me hang onto his prick. All I had to do was lunge forward and fall back and
I was sucking cock the way he liked it. He reached back and got a killer
grip on my pud, not holding it but crunching it against my balls and I
groaned. Pain, yes, but a sort of delightful pain, the sort you can get
into, he was in charge, he was doing what he wanted with me, I had to serve
him or he'd make me feel his displeasure, that sort of pain. Not
unbearable, a prod but not a stab.
     "What have we got here?" came a voice and I looked over to see another
guy sitting in my window. "Is this on the up-and-up?" He was wearing a
t-shirt, blue-jean shorts and a baseball cap, had a thick mustache and a
rough attitude.
     "Yeah, got a hot young boy here who wants hard cock and a lot of it,
right, kid?"
     "Mph! Mmm-hmm!" I affirmed.
     "So you want to share him, or wait your turn?" the guy said. "He's
giving one hell of a blowjob, but you can fuck him if you want to."
     "Sure you don't mind?"
     "Naw, I want to watch his face as you stick it in him." the first guy
said. Let me call the first guy "Tee" for the t-shirt, and the other "Cap"
for his baseball cap.
     They were discussing me like a piece of meat, and somehow that fit
into what was going on, this open window, the bar next door, the men
climbing in without my permission, why would they ask me what they could do
to me? So I kept silent as Cap came over and doffed his baseball cap and
then tugged off his t-shirt. His chest was hairy, his crotch was a mass of
tangled pubic hairs in which his cock swam like a porpoise, his hands were
rough as they grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, and I was afraid he
planned to shove his cock in just like that. I couldn't see what he was
doing there, but it took him a while and when his hands gripped my legs and
pulled them upwards again, I was relieved to feel the slick sheen of oil,
and his lubed cock was savage enough as it plunged into my ass.
     I guess my groans as I was fucked by Cap brought Tee his expected
pleasure, he watched my face grimace as Cap fucked me and he groaned, his
cock grew hot in my mouth and he grabbed my head and this time there wasn't
anything gentle about his grip, nothing supportive, he had hold of me
because he needed to get off, and right then and by God, my mouth was where
it was going! And so he came, his hot jizz spurting into my mouth and down
my throat, and he was grunting and I looked up helplessly at his face as he
looked down at mine, his glare fierce and grimacing like a snarling beast,
and he pumped his load into me and watched me the entire time, making sure
I took it, all of it, and I swallowed.
     His chest blowing, Tee got off of me and Cap leaned down as he did,
and now I was looking right into Cap's eyes, dark glowing balls of fire as
he hauled my legs up to my chest, his elbows locked into my knees, and he
humped at me roughly, his cock was mauling my ass and I was crying out in
pain and pleasure, for there is pleasure to be fucking by a man like this,
used like this.
     "Is this where the action is?" another man said and he looked
in. "Yeah, here he is, guys!" he called back over his shoulder.
     Guys? I watched one man after another crawled in through my open
window. Five of them, watching me being fucked by Cap. All of them were
rough, rugged men, construction workers, truckers, men who worked with
their hands, men who lived their lives close to the earth and nature, men
who sweated and labored and when the day was done, needed to live their
pleasures just as rawly. And here I was.
     There was a sort of courtesy about it, odd to say, when you set aside
the fact that I was there to be used by them. They waited their turn to
climb onto my bed, shove it into me. None of them fought over me, which
turn was which. When Cap and Tee left, they must have spread the word, for
more men crawled in to replace the ones leaving. More than once I had two
men with me in the bed, but each time, it was a case of them agreeing to
share, the way Tee and Cap had. It went on and on until nearly three
o'clock in the morning, when the bar had been closed for an hour, the men
departed with the bar's closing, the men finishing with me and then
leaving, and I finally went to sleep with the bar silent, the world
resting, my bed splattered with come and sweat and raunch, my mind reeling
at the experience, I'd been had by men, man after man, over and over, and
my body had never felt more alive, more invigorated and exciting, I wanted
those guys to come back felt my bed was now lonesome in a way I'd never
felt before!
     I slept late the next morning for obvious reasons, my mother not
questioning why I was abed until almost noon, she slept almost as long
herself. But I couldn't keep this up, she said to me, you start school next
Monday, you know. I nodded, my mind still wondering. What had brought these
men through my window? Had there been someone here before me, perhaps, who
the men thought was here? They acted like they'd been invited somehow. But
not by me, or by Mother, I was sure of that. It was a puzzle, and that was
what I was thinking about while my Mom nattered on and on about stuff I
didn't care about and never would, like where to put the bedsheets and
which grocery store we would shop at and should we subscribe to the
newspaper or just pick it up on Sundays for the coupons?
     There was a knock at the door and I went over to get it. An indignant
woman was standing there, a pimple-faced, chubby boy about ten with
her. "Pardon me, but I'm Mrs. Frye and we live right upstairs." she began.
     Uh-oh, she'd heard the parade of men in and out of my window, and was
outraged! I started to explain what little I knew when she went on.
     "My Sidney here owes you an apology." she said.
     "An apology? To me?" I was shocked by this. I should be apologizing,
if they lived right over me.
     "You don't know what he did?" she asked me. "He hung a sign out of his
window, an arrow pointing right down at your window." She pulled out a
poster sign and handed it to me. "Here it is. Just read this!"
     I did. "Hot and Horny!" It proclaimed. "Come on in and get me!" And
the arrow pointing down to my window.
     Oh!
     I set the poster aside and said, "Well, thank you Mrs. Frye. Mind if I
speak to Sidney here alone for a second?"
     "Take all the time you want." she said to me, and left her son to my
mercies, I guess she figured I wanted to beat him up some, and she didn't
intend to object to it under the circumstances. Or maybe she figured I'd
just tell him off but good and threaten him.
     I waited until she was well gone and then looked at Sidney, who was
looking at me wide-eyed and frightened. "I just have one thing to say to
you, Sidney." I said.
     "Yeah?" he quivered out.
     "Yeah." I leaned down and said, "Thanks! Can you keep this sign and
hang it up again tonight?"
     And I handed him back the sign! I was going to like living here!

				  THE END
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