Hello, After spending many months loving Nifty, I decided to submit a short story of my own! Hopefully it will be the beginning of a series.
I'd love feedback from whoever reviews this! I'm still a college student, so I'm sure it'll need some work.
******************** Alone and Exposed, Chapter 1: Shaun's Regrets
When you grow up the way I did, you learn to take every piece of advice with more than a grain of salt.
I spent my early years in the doldrums that was a small Midwestern farming town, raised by my Uncle who owned the local gas station. Throughout my formative years, he lived with a series of girlfriends who should consider themselves lucky that he eventually ended up driving all of them away with his ability to transform even the most interesting conversation into a rant about the last ball game he fell asleep watching.
For 18 years, my life was spent escaping in any way I could, usually through books. With my hairless 5"7 140 pound frame, I could hardly fit in with the local boys, so Uncle Buck constantly berated me for spending my days reading "sissy books" instead of hanging with the brainless jocks at school like he advised me to.
So, as soon as I turned 18, I hopped into a neighbors car and high-tailed to the nearest city with no money and even less of a plan.
I got lucky at first; within an hour of my arrival, my neighbor kindly took me to a seedy local bar and got me a job - although I think he just wanted to be rid of the responsibility of dealing with a naive 18 year old and his big city dreams. I started work that very night, but had no place to stay.
After 3 hours of fumbling orders, slipping on spilled beer, and blushing awkwardly in front of aggressive drunk men, I started to feel dejected and ALMOST homesick. That's when I met Richard.
I approached the table of a giant burly man gazing at me intently. He had on a clean flannel shirt and sharp glasses which didn't match his large square head and thick neck. He had short blond hair on his head, but burgeoning brown body hair shot out of every opening in his clothes. He had to be a full foot taller than me - I was terrified.
"H-hi! I'm Shaun do you want anything...?" I trailed off as he motioned for me to sit down. I did so instinctually, then looked at my boss, Cesar. The bar was almost empty at this point, so Cesar just shrugged with a weird smirk and continued cleaning.
"You're new. I'm Richard" he said in a deep but quiet voice. "Just moved in?"
I don't know why I lied "Yes! Ummm I'm staying with my friend around... here..." Richard smiled, ever so slightly.
"Cool. But I got an empty bedroom. Ok?" It sounded like an order.
"Oh nice! Umm... I don't have much money yet..."
"Where were you gonna sleep? U don't got friends here" Richard started, again with a slight smirk. I was taken in by his ability to see through me.
"I do... but I guess I can stay... there? Maybe..."
I was so embarrassed that I didn't sound like a cool city guy - or what I thought that was supposed to sound like. Before I knew it, Richard had downed an entire bottle of some beer I hadn't learned about yet and we were walking up the street. I was still in my clothes from home and my work apron; I hadn't brought anything with me besides a toothbrush.
We got in his truck and started driving. He asked me about my past and I was honest. I felt comfortable suddenly.
"You'll like it more up here. Just stick with me for awhile. You ever been with a girl?"
His question caught me off guard. "Ummm no... not anything like that"
"I thought so" Richard said, and put on the radio: Slow R&B.
We arrived at his home, on the outskirts of the city. He lived at the end of a dark road, but his home looked clean and pretty big - I was impressed. He took me inside and pointed to a small room right next to his bedroom.
"I don't have a bed for you yet so you'll have to stay on the couch in my room ok?" I nodded, relieved to have company my first night in the dark house.
His home smelled musty, but not in a bad way. It was crowded with furniture and had very little light. I asked "how long have you lived here?" But he just pointed at the shower. I took the hint.
As I was undressing, I heard a noise: Richard walked in the bathroom as I was about to take off my underwear. I blushed and said sorry, but he just started to brush his teeth and again pointed at the shower.
I started to get a weird feeling, but figured I was just being paranoid. I waited until he was done and had walked out, then hopped in his shower. For such a big house, it was really cramped.
A few minutes into the shower, Richard walked in again. I jumped, but he couldn't see me due to the mist on the shower door. I was about to call out in shock, but he just grabbed my clothes and walked out - I again immediately felt bad for fearing him. I finished washing, got out, wrapped the towel around myself and headed out.
Richard had turned off all the lights except for a small desk lamp in his bedroom. I walked up to the room slowly - until I heard a strange sound.
It sounded like snoring at first, but the bed creaked along with the strange breathing. I peeked in from the hall and got the shock of my life. My towel dropped to the floor exposing my wet pale skin.
Richard had my tighty-whity underwear on his face and was inhaling deeply. Looking closer, he had no shirt on, his huge hairy arm and belly exposed, with one arm under the bed moving around his....
Oh my gosh, i thought, and stepped back in shock. I bumped an old table and a loud bang ran through the house. The creaking In Richards room stopped.
I panicked, and ran back to the bathroom. My face in the mirror was beat red and my hair was standing on end. I started shivering - probably more due to the cold, as I was still naked and wet.
I heard slow, methodical footsteps coming my way. I was frozen.
Richards giant body filled the doorway. He saw I was naked, staring at him fearfully - I think I was still shivering too. I glanced down and saw he'd put on shorts...
I could see something in his shorts - had to be his penis, but too big. It was just barely pushing at the loose shorts. I started stuttering apologies for some reason.
"Ohh-h I'm sorry I'm gonna... I'm sorry my towel..."
"Where's your towel?" Richard said in his deep voice. "I gave you one"
I opened my mouth to respond but he suddenly stepped aside and pointed at his room "I don't mind"
I walked as fast as I could into his room and dove on the couch - still naked. Richard walked in and immediately tossed me one of his sheets and turned off the light. I was shaking with fear as I heard him fall into bed with a grunt and begin snoring.
Somehow, I fell asleep - I was dead tired after my long first day out of the nest. After 30 minutes of fitful sleep, i awoke and realized I was still naked. I quietly crept off the couch, and saw my tight underwear: folded on the end of the couch! I breathed a sigh of relief and began to think again that I'd misjudged Richard. I grabbed the underwear and quickly put them on-
Squelch
I looked down in shock. As I pulled the underwear up over my waist, a puddle of warm and wet liquid stuck to the undies met my cold butt. I glanced over and saw Richard.
He was asleep, but now fully naked. His cock, which had to be almost 8 inches in length, was still sticking up towards his belly, but drooping slightly. White liquid was still dribbling out onto his soft belly with each mighty snore.
In that moment, I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the shock of knowing a mysterious man had shot an impossible amount of cum right into my used underwear - and the cum was now splattered all over my butt. Maybe it was the fact that I realized I needed someone to take care of me in this new scary city. Whatever it was, I kept the underwear on, and got back on the couch, cum stained underwear and all.
I might have even added my own cum to the undies later that night. I might even have been staring at Richards impossibly huge hairy balls when it happened.
I didn't know what I had gotten myself into yet. I had regretted coming to the city, but that night, I was morbidly excited for the morning.
End of chapter 1