Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 02:16:54 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Open Window

			      THE OPEN WINDOW
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "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?"
     "You know that I can't afford any place better." Mom said. "Now that
you're in college, I don't get child support payments any longer. Your
father is giving you money for college, but he's not giving me a single
penny any longer. I have a job, you're grown up, there's nothing more he
owes me or I owe him. Or owes you, if it comes to that, buster, just be
glad this place has two bedrooms or you'd be sleeping on the couch."
     "I'm sorry, Mom." I said. "I'm glad you're letting me stay here with
you while I go to college." I'd wanted to get a room on campus, where I
could finally start living my own life and having sex with another man
without worrying about when Mom or Dad would be getting home, but there
just wasn't enough money to pay room and board on top of tuition. 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 college fund for Junior! Which was me, their only son, my
fund had gone to help pay the attorneys. Not to mention that, caught up in
their own struggles, I had foregone letting them know I was gay. I was
still waiting to lay that one on them, and had now decided to wait until I
could have a job and be on my own. Only another four years.
     After graduating from high school, I'd been staying the summer with
Dad (he lived in Hermosa Beach not that far from the ocean--great for
surfing!) but with college coming up, such as it was, I had gone to stay
with Mom. She had just moved into a place not that far from the university
I was going to attend, a short bus ride and I'd be there. She did it to get
back at Dad, of course, their divorce was still rankling them. But with the
location, going to stay with her was sensible...then I'd seen the
apartment!
     There was a problem with this apartment. A very big one. Its
location. It was a ground-floor apartment and separated only by the alley
was the back of a blue-collar bar. 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 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 guy!"
     "I was trying to sleep!" I said. "And you're not dressed right now,
either!"
     "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!
     Damn, I didn't know what was happening here but this was the stuff of
my jerk-off fantasies! Who hasn't fantasized about a handsome stud crawling
in through your window and climbing into your bed, like this guy was now
doing? All I had to do was keep quiet while he got straddle of my chest and
plunked that thick cock onto my throat. "Come on, get to sucking." He
ordered.
     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 when I hesitated, just enjoying
the feel of it all, and he grabbed my head and began to hunch at me.
     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 stud 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 young guy 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. 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, but that smell was sweet, oh, so sweet!
     I slept in the next morning for obvious reasons, my mother not
questioning why I was abed until almost noon. 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 teenaged boy about thirteen 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 for bringing
this to my attention. Mind if I speak to Sidney here alone for a second?"
     "Take all the time you want." she said to me, and left.
     I waited until she was 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 be awfully busy with
college, but this would take care of my sex life the next four years!

				  THE END
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