Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2003 18:03:46 -0500
From: Luke Sanders <lsanders44@hotmail.com>
Subject: Old House

Old House
By: Luke Sanders
lsanders44@hotmail.com

       Matt was a 22 year old, about to start his first year of med school
at the University of Iowa.  Originally from Montana, Matt was planning on
uprooting his life and moving halfway across the country.  He was tall, and
lanky, yet ruggedly handsome and in excellent physical condition.
       Before Matt went away to med school, he contacted a number of people
on a roommate list that the school had sent out.  The list consisted of
other first year law students that were looking for roommates.  Most of the
people that Matt contacted were looking to share expensive apartments or to
live far away from campus.  Matt was looking for the cheapest place
possible (that was, in fact, the reason that he was looking for a roommate
-- to split the cost of rent) and he didn't own a car.  There was only
one guy on the list who seemed to be of a similar mindset; his name was
Chris.
       Chris was from Virginia and had decided to buy an old house near
campus that he could live in during school and sell after he graduated to
avoid ever having to pay rent.  He was looking for a roommate to offset the
cost of utilities and other expenses.
       Matt was relieved to have found a cheap place to live.  Running out
of options, he impulsively agreed to live with Chris, never having met him
or seen the house.
       Two weeks before school started, Matt loaded all of his furniture
into his father's pick up truck and drove to Iowa to meet Chris and move
into the house.  The entire drive, Matt's stomach was in knots, thinking
about the guy he was going to be living with, hoping that he had made a
good decision.
       They had planned to meet at a Taco Bell near campus.  Matt arrived
first, ordered and was sitting at a table, watching people come in when
Chris entered.  He was slightly over six feet, with blond hair and blue
eyes.  He had a flawless runner's body and was startlingly attractive.
Matt hoped that this person was Chris and was delighted when he approached
the table and introduced himself.  Matt could barely take his eyes off of
Chris as he stood in line ordering food.  As they sat and ate together,
Matt became increasingly relieved, believing that he had made a great
decision.  They talked about the house -- Chris warned that it was a
"fixer upper" but that it had been a great deal at only $39,000.  Matt
replied that he didn't expect the place to be perfect given that he was
only going to be charged $200 a month in rent.  Matt was more interested in
the information that he learned about Chris.  Christ was 24 and a marathon
runner.  In fact, he had taken two years off after college to participate
in the Olympic trials.
       After they ate, Matt followed Chris's U-Haul to the house.  When
Chris pulled over and got out of his car, Matt thought that there was some
mistake.  The house that Chris had purchased looked like a condemned
building.  There was a large, visible hole in the roof.  The sides of the
building were bowing out on the left, and leaning inward on the right: the
whole building looked as though it were about to fall over.  In addition,
the windows were boarded up and the front porch looked like it was about to
collapse.
       Matt stepped out of his truck and walked up next to Chris.  "So what
do you think?" Chris asked.
       Matt stammered, trying to find the right words.  "I think...well, I
mean..." and finally, he said "do you think this place is livable?"
       Chris seemed disappointed.  He clearly saw something in the building
beyond the decomposing exterior.  "Don't judge the place until you've seen
the inside" he said.
       As the two walked inside, one of the porch steps nearly fell off
throwing Matt forward onto Chris.  Chris helped Matt up and laughed at the
circumstances.
       The house was very small.  The front door opened onto a small living
room.  On the right was a room; Chris explained that that was going to be
his room.  Just past the living room on the right was the only bathroom in
the house.  Beyond that was the kitchen in which there was a flight of
stairs that went up "to the loft" Chris explained, and downstairs "to the
basement, and your bedroom" Chris told Matt.
       The stairs creaked loudly as they descended into the basement.
Immediately, Matt was overwhelmed by a foul odor.  "What's that smell?" he
asked.
       Chris replied, "I think it's just mildew or must.  This place just
needs to be aired out a little."
       As Matt walked through the basement, he constantly had to duck down
because the ceiling was too low in many places.  Most of the basement was
uncarpeted, the floors consisting of cracked, dirty concrete.  The water
heater and pipes were exposed throughout the basement, there were bugs,
piles of trash and dirt everywhere... the place looked horrible.
       Upstairs, Matt sat down on one of the porch steps.  "What's wrong?"
Chris asked.
       "I just don't know if I can live here" Matt said.
       Chris sat down next to him.  "I know the place looks like shit now,
but I think that it can look a lot better with a little work."
       Matt didn't think so.  To him, the place seemed beyond repair.  "I'm
really sorry to have wasted your time" he began, "but, I just don't
think..."
       Chris interrupted him.  "What if I only charge you $100 a month?
       Matt thought for a minute.  He looked at the gorgeous guy sitting
next to him, and then back at the hideous house, and replied "I just don't
think..."
       Again Chris interrupted him again.  "Okay, what if I only charge you
$50 a month, but you agree to help me fix the place up."
       Matt looked at Chris this time without looking back at the house.
Matt was in a dire financial situation, soon to go massively in debt from
school loans.  $50 a month was a better deal than Matt could have ever
hoped for, and the guy making the offer was straight out of one of Matt's
fantasies.  He smiled at Chris, and Chris smiled back.
       "Alright" Matt said. The two stood up and shook hands.
       "Now lets get this furniture inside" Chris said.

       As the two helped each other move their furniture into the house,
Matt began feeling better about his circumstances.  Although he kept
discovering more and more things that were wrong with the house, Chris was
turning out to be as good a person on the inside as he looked on the
outside.  When the front porch steps completely collapsed, Chris started
laughing and after a minute, Matt joined in.  After a while, the heat began
to get to them and Chris took off his shirt, revealing the perfect body
that Matt had imagined he would have.  Moving furniture on a hot day was a
lot more enjoyable with someone like Chris to watch.  Furthermore, as they
were moving things in, Matt noticed that neither Chris's room nor the
bathroom had doors.  The idea of seeing Chris in the shower greatly
intrigued Matt.
       To his delight, his thoughts rapidly came to fruition.  No sooner
had they finished moving everything into the house than Chris announced
that he was going to take a shower to cool off.
       "I don't think there's a door to the bathroom" Matt told Chris.  "I
don't care." he replied.  "We don't have a shower curtain yet either."  And
with that, standing right in the living room directly in front of Matt,
Chris dropped his pants.  He was wearing grey boxer briefs that were damp
with sweat and Matt immediately began to get hard.  Walking around in his
underwear, Chris pulled a towel and some soap and shampoo out of a box and
then jumped in the shower.  Matt remained in the living room, listening to
the sound of the shower water, his heart beating rapidly.  Finally, he
decided that it wouldn't be inappropriate for him to walk by the bathroom
during which time he could catch of glimpse of his new roommate.  He picked
up a box and walked by the bathroom when Chris called to him.
	"Matt" he said, "Will you grab my slippers?  I don't want to walk
around on these floors with clean feet."  "Sure, where are they?" Matt
called.  "They should be in the box marked bathroom" he replied.  Matt's
heart was now pounding.  He was going to have a genuine opportunity to see
Chris naked.  As he looked through Chris' bathroom box, he found a box of
condoms and KY jelly as well as the slippers.  As Matt brought the slippers
into the bathroom for Chris, his mind was racing.  He pretended not to look
at Chris, but his beautiful, golden body shimmered in the water.  Even his
pubic hair was blond, and appeared to be shaved somewhat.  His dick was a
perfectly proportioned six + inches, but it was his body that most
attracted Matt.
	After a few minutes, Chris walked out of the bathroom wearing only
his slippers and a maroon towel.  "Are you going to take a shower?" Chris
asked.  Matt and Chris were planning on going out to eat for dinner and
Matt really needed to shower, but couldn't get rid of his erection and was
worried that if he showered, Chris might see him.  "Naw" Matt said, "I'll
take one later tonight."  As he spoke, Chris dropped his towel and began
drying his groin.  It was unbelievably erotic to Matt.  After he'd done
that, Chris tossed the towel over his shoulder and began looking through a
box for some clothes.  Matt walked away to go downstairs to change clothes,
but looked back at the beautiful sight of naked Chris, looking through a
box.  He watched as Chris found a pair of white briefs and pulled them on.

	At dinner, the two had a great conversation about their families
and the lives from which they had come.  Matt learned that Chris was
intending to stay in Iowa until school started, while Matt was going to
drive his dad's truck back to Montana the next day before flying back the
weekend before school started.  Chris said that he was disappointed that he
was going to be left alone in a small town in Iowa where he didn't know
anyone.  Matt felt as though they were inevitably going to become very good
friends.
	After dinner, they went back to the house and cleaned things and
finished unpacking.  Chris was sitting in the living room making a list of
all the things that needed to be fixed when Matt told him that he was going
to take a shower and then get to bed.  In the bathroom, Matt undressed,
stepped in the bathtub and turned on the shower.  He felt very exposed with
neither a shower curtain nor a bathroom door to provide privacy.  In
addition, the thought of Chris in the shower earlier was making him horny.
After washing his hair, he began to soap himself up and had just briefly
caressed his dick, when it began to grow hard.  Embarrassed, he tried
thinking of baseball and other nonsexual things, but nothing helped.
Within a minute, his dick was standing at full mast.  Matt turned away from
the door so that if Chris walked by he wouldn't see, when suddenly, Chris
walked into the bathroom.  "I'm getting ready for bed too" he told Matt as
he took out his tooth brush and began brushing his teeth.  He watched Matt
who was strangely turned away, not looking at him.  Matt turned ever so
slightly and Chris noticed that he was turned away because he had an
erection.  Chris smiled and said "you don't have to be embarrassed about
having a hard on."  Matt turned his head to look at Chris, and then very
slowly, turned his body around as well.  Chris looked down at Matt's dick
and smiled.  "You're well endowed" he stated as he began to floss.  "You
have nothing to be embarrassed about."  Despite how comfortable Chris
seemed, Matt felt weird and quickly rinsed off and grabbed his towel.  As
Matt dried off, Chris told him that he wasn't a very timid person and that
without doubt, Matt would see quite a bit of him naked over the year to
come.  Matt smiled and was genuinely relieved by Chris's words as well as
excited by the prospect of seeing more of Chris's body.
	Chris went downstairs, put on a t shirt and boxer shorts and laid
down to go to sleep.  Upstairs, though the creaky floor, he could tell that
Chris had done the same.  However, Matt couldn't sleep.  He wanted, very
badly, to jack off, but was worried that he would make a mess and given
that the only bathroom was upstairs without a door, didn't want to go
through with all of the trouble.  More than that, he couldn't sleep because
of the smell of the basement and the fact that bugs kept crawling on his
arms and legs.  At about three in the morning, he turned on the light to
find a huge cockroach on his bed.  Mortified, he decided to sleep upstairs
on the couch that Chris had brought.  As he walked up the stairs and into
the living room, the building groaned at his every step.  He walked
cautiously so as not to wake up Chris, but that was inevitable.  No sooner
had he laid down on the couch than Chris came out of his room and asked why
Matt was sleeping upstairs.  Matt felt a stirring immediately upon seeing
Chris -- he had been sleeping in nothing but his briefs.  Matt explained
his problems sleeping (leaving out the intense thoughts that he'd been
having about Chris).
	Chris sat on the couch next to Matt and apologized for convincing
him to live in such a shit hole.  He said that by the time school started,
he would have the house exterminated.  "For tonight" he said, "why don't
you take my bed; you won't be able to sleep on this couch."  Chris was
right that Matt wouldn't have been able to sleep on the couch -- it was
too short for Matt and was old and poorly cushioned.  However, Matt was far
too polite to kick Chris out of his own bed.  "You've got a double right?"
Matt said, "Why don't we share it."  "Absolutely" Chris said slapping his
hand on Matt's knee, "come on."  They got in bed together, Chris on the
right side and Matt on the left.  Chris turned away from Matt, lying above
the covers, almost on his stomach, while Matt laid on his back staring at
the ceiling and every so often at Chris's body.  He listened to Chris's
breathing, and could tell that he had fallen asleep.  Eventually, Matt fell
asleep as well with Chris only inches away.

	Matt woke up before Chris after having had startlingly sexual
dreams.  Astonishingly, he found that he had woken up into a situation that
seemed right out of one of his fantasies.  In the night, Chris had rolled
over and was lying directly next to Matt.  His leg and thigh were touching
Matt's, and his arm was sprawled on Matt's chest.  Most exciting was that
as Chris lay on his back, clear as day, he was sporting a major erection
that had pushed its way out of his briefs.  Clearly Matt was still asleep
as he was snoring loudly, so Matt felt comfortable staring at his dick.
The feel of Chris's body against his was electric.  The warmth of his leg
and arm on Matt's body made his heart race, but the sight of his erection
was unbearable.  Matt moved Chris's arm and got out of bed.  Chris stirred,
and then rolled onto his side again.  Matt rushed to the bathroom, pulled
out his dick and began whacking off.  He came almost immediately and sighed
in relief as ejaculate spewed all over the floor.  After a moment he got
down on his hands and knees and wiped the mess up.  He looked at his watch;
it was only 8:00, so he decided to lie back down.  As he got back in bed,
Chris woke up and asked what time it was.  "Sorry, I just had to go to the
bathroom" Matt said.  Chris looked down and saw that his dick was
protruding from his briefs and said, "Now we've both seen each other's
erections."  Chris stuffed his dick back into his underwear and after a
minute both Matt and Chris had fallen back asleep.
	When Chris finally got out of bed at 10, he immediately went to the
bathroom.  Matt woke up and could hear the sound of Chris peeing.  When
Chris came back into the room, he stripped off his underwear and looked
down at Matt who had decided to lie as though he were still sleeping.
Chris grabbed a fresh pair of underwear but before putting it on, Matt
could have sworn that he heard a noise that sounded like Chris stroking
himself with it.  A minute later when Matt opened his eyes pretending to
wake up, he saw what he thought he had heard.  Chris was sitting on the
edge of the bed, slowly stroking himself with the fabric of his boxer
shorts.  When Matt began to stir, Chris sat up and put the shorts on.  He
didn't seem at all uncomfortable with what he had been doing, or even with
the idea that Matt might have seen him, which surprised Matt.
	The two went out to breakfast together before Matt had to drive
home.  Chris said that he looked forward to Matt's return as Matt drove
away.  During the car ride home, twice Matt had to pull over to the side of
the road to jerk off just thinking about Chris and what had happened.  The
more he thought about Chris, the more he thought that he had made a great
decision to live with him.  In Montana, when his father asked how the place
was, Matt responded, "great."


This is the second story that I've written; the first was called Hot Tub.
I would really love to hear back from anyone who took the time to read
this.  My email is lsanders44@hotmail.com.