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Chapter 28: Trapped!
So, right after my birthday (which was fun, but low-key), I had a date scheduled with Ben. I call it a date, but it wasn't really. We had no plans to pursue anything - we just hadn't seen each other except once because we'd been busy. As my birthday traditionally falls during midterms, we waited until we were both free and had nothing to worry about before we scheduled our night to catch up with each other.
We actually drove to Atlanta for dinner. We figured we'd go someplace where we didn't know people so that people walking by our table wouldn't be friends that would also want to sit and chat. Also, nicer restaurants, and as we could both drink, it was nice to have a drink with dinner. So we ate, then went to the IMAX at Fernbank. Geeky, but fun.
We drove back in his truck and had plenty of time to catch up with the rest of our summers and how things were going so far. We also were able to talk a bit more about our plans for after graduation. I had more or less resolved to get into graduate school, while he was looking to get a nice job. By the time we were getting near campus, we were more or less out of things to talk about, and I was feeling pretty horny.
Ben pulled into a neighborhood about five miles from campus. It was a new development, so we didn't worry about nosy neighbors or people calling the police. We stopped in a cul-de-sac and Ben shut off the engine. At that point, we were momentarily finished with talking.
He had his shirt off in no time and I quickly dropped my shorts and kicked them off. I started to remove my shirt when Ben leaned over and pulled my underwear down a bit, trying to get at my dick. It wasn't working, however - we were just too constricted in the cab of his truck - so we kept kissing and touching each other, me rubbing my hands over his chest and him rubbing my dick and my balls.
After a few minutes, he said, "It's just too small in here. Let's get out."
I was expecting us to get back into the back of the truck like we had last time we had taken his truck, so I left my shorts there in the footwell of his truck. He left his shirt, too. But he had another idea. He walked up the driveway of the only house that was completed on the cul-de-sac. All the lights were out, but it looked like someone lived there. Ben told me, however, that was the whole point of a model home.
Ben's mom was a real estate agent. I already knew this, but I didn't realize that she had her own neighborhood - nor that this was it!
"Yeah, this is my mom's neighborhood," he said. He looked so handsome standing there, the moonlight illuminating his chest and throwing shadows over all the definition he had. He had kept up whatever workout routine he developed in Germany and was soooo fine.
"This is the model home," he continued, "I come here when I want to be alone or when I'd like to be alone with someone or, whenever, really. I help my mom with some of the setup and stuff, so I have a key."
"Cool," was all I had to say.
We went inside and it was really nice. There was a two-story foyer, living room, dining room, great room, kitchen and master suite all on the first floor. Upstairs, there were four more bedrooms, ranging from a kids' room to a fancy guest room. But back downstairs, we turned on some of the lights on low and opened the fridge for a couple of bottled waters. I was standing there in my underwear (lycra trunks - my favorites), a t-shirt, and shoes. Ben was just in jeans and shoes. He was so hot, and after taking a swig from the water I reached up and pulled him down a little to kiss him.
We made out for a few minutes, moving across the kitchen and losing some more clothing. I had kicked off my shoes quickly and before long we were both naked men in socks.
For no real reason, we sort of stopped making out and started goofing off. Well, there was a reason, I suppose: I slipped a little. Socks on brand new and nicely polished hardwood floors, well, I guess I just didn't have the coordination that night. So we started running from one part of the house to the other, in nothing but socks, surfing across and trying to keep from falling. We were having a blast, and it was all the more hilarious since we were both sporting hard-ons the whole time.
It was probably close to midnight when we moved upstairs. There was a porch off of one of the upstairs guestrooms that butted up to the roof over the master suite. We put our shoes back on, for extra grip, and walked across the porch to the roof and up to top. We laid down there - it was scratchy - and stared at the skies. It was really nice - I was having a lot of fun.
Eventually, I turned to Ben, tired of looking at the moon. The moonlight really lit him up nicely, though. In less than five second I think I went from totally relaxed and flaccid to rock solid. I rolled onto my side and put my hand on his chest, rubbing it up and down his abs, through the very light fur he had covering his stomach.
Both hard again, we went back into the house. Ben sat down in the middle of the large guestroom we were in, while I kicked off my shoes and my socks the moment we were back inside. I got down on my knees and crawled over to him, putting my head low so I could suck on his dick.
I half-sucked, half-jacked his dick, trying to get him nice and slick with spit and pre-cum. When satisfied that I had managed as much as I would, pushed him back onto his elbows while I straddled his body. I lined him up and started to push back onto Ben's dick, but it just wasn't going to work. I tried, but it was just too dry, really, and wasn't working out so well.
"Hold on," he said, and I sat back on the floor. He hopped up and I heard him run downstairs and then come back up. "There's always some lotion in the downstairs bathroom."
He slicked up his dick and I just laid back. He grabbed one of my ankles with one hand and with the other lined himself up before slowly sliding into my hole. It felt great to have Ben back inside me. He was a great guy, talented, and can go for ages.
He started sliding in and out, and unlike normal for Ben, with his amazing ability to make it last and not cum, he came in a few minutes. So did I, actually, almost the moment he was inside me. It felt great, and I just wasn't able to hold back. I blew my load up, hitting myself on the nose, cheek, and chin, with subsequent blasts landing in streams down my chest and stomach until the rest pooled where it ran out of my dick.
While Ben didn't maintain his normal time frame, he did manage an enormous amount of cum like normal. Like I had noticed before, he just kept shooting.
After he finished, Ben stayed inside me, sliding in and out, for a little while, leaning in and kissing me, licking the cum off my face. We kissed for a few minutes but I could feel him slowing down, spent after what we'd done. He slid out of me and rolled onto his back. I rolled over onto my side as he did so, but he pulled my arm and pulled me on top of him. So I laid down on his chest, the cum on my body squishing between our stomachs. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me close, while I wrapped my hands under and around his shoulders. Since my legs were spread on either side of his thighs, my ass was pretty exposed. I could feel a bit of cum running out of my hole and hit my balls. I was half-turned on, half-disgusted; but more than both, I was exhausted, and quickly fell asleep.
Around 5AM we both moved enough to be awake. Yes, we had woken up on and off all night long, like when I rolled off of him, but this time we were both really awake. And very quickly we were both hard. I grabbed the lotion and put a bit more on Ben's dick before sitting down on it, him still lying there on the floor - still in his shoes, incidentally.
I rode up and down and, unlike me, Ben came really quickly again. For me, morning is not my time - it takes me a long time. But I was happy to go for a ride and get Ben off. He blew another load into my ass in just a couple of minutes, and from the feel of it, it was also fairly substantial.
I laid back down, careful to keep his dick inside me. It was a feeling I really liked. I laid down on Ben's chest again and he drifted off into a steady rhythm of breathing - whether he was asleep or not I don't know. I didn't, however, but enjoyed the feeling of having him inside me, even if I was now flaccid as can be.
Eventually Ben slid out, or I pushed him out involuntarily, and I rolled over off of Ben and onto my back lying on the carpet. I didn't fall asleep, though, I just laid there. I watched as the sun came up, changing the color of the room from dark grey to light grey to the colors of the room - beige and green and orange. It actually worked, despite the sound of what I just described.
Anyway, around 7:00 in the morning Ben rolled over and looked at me. We chatted for a little while about silly stuff and plans for the day. He got up and ran to the bathroom, then went downstairs. While I was lying there, I was thinking about his body, and how good it felt to have sex with him, and got pretty hard.
I lifted my legs off the ground - I could feel the dried cum on my ass crack as I moved. I had to start jacking off, and since I'd been up for a little while I was ready for it. I pounded away on my dick while I heard Ben come back upstairs. He walked into the room while I had one leg up on the bed, jacking my dick. He was dressed - as much as he could be, anyway. He had put his jeans back on and his shoes were on.
Ben looked on and smiled while I finished, blowing my load on my chest. Since I was slightly inverted it went a bit further - plenty hit my face, my hair, my chest and my abs. And it was a fair amount. I was covered in it, really spent, and threw my arms up on the floor as I caught my breath. Ben leaned down and kissed me quickly, then said we had to move.
"I've got to be at work in like thirty minutes, so we've got to go," he said.
"Aww, man, I really don't want to. Can't I just lie here for a little bit?" I asked.
"Jake... it's like five miles to campus."
"Yeah, I know... but I'll walk, it'll be fine - the weather looks nice out."
"Um, okay. Although you have to be gone by nine - my mom has an open house today and while she knows that I come here every now and then, she would not look kindly on finding you here like this," he said.
"What, you mean like this?" I said, wrapping my arm under one knee and exposing my ass, while the cum on my chest moved slightly to the left as I rolled on my side. "I would think that this would sell the house."
"Ha! It might. But seriously, by nine. My mom doesn't mind me staying here or having guests, but she wouldn't appreciate you still being here. I'll call you tonight or tomorrow. Cool?"
"Cool. Have fun at work," I told him.
And Ben turned around and ran down the stairs and flew out the door. I briefly thought about my shorts, and that I needed them. But with the house completely silent, my eyelids were too heavy and I didn't want to get up and run after him.
Ka-thunk!
I heard the front door close and realized where I was. I figured Ben wasn't comfortable leaving me here and had come back, or saw my shorts in the footwell of his truck and figured he'd leave them for me, though I knew I could always wear the underwear I had as "running shorts" and run the full distance. I rolled over onto my side when I heard the door open and close again.
"Susan!" some woman called out.
Oh. Shit.
"Yeah?" It was the woman in the foyer: Ben's mom!
"Um, there are some clothes in here."
"Where?"
"In the kitchen... it's like, a pair of really tiny shorts and a t-shirt, like an undershirt."
"Hmm... well, toss 'em. I don't have time for Ben to leave his stuff here. If he doesn't care enough to clean it up, then he doesn't really need it," the woman named Susan said. "Can you go check the rest of the house - people are going to show up any minute and I don't-." I couldn't hear the rest - it was mumbled as she walked out of the foyer into wherever she had gone.
I panicked. I turned around and saw my shoes sitting in the corner where I had taken them off. I also heard the other woman walking up the stairs. Shit, shit, shit!!!! I didn't know what to do. Here I was, naked, covered in my own cum and with the real estate agent's son's cum in and on my ass, and someone has just thrown out my underwear and t-shirt. Then I remembered my shorts!
FUCK! I thought to myself. They were still in Ben's truck. While trying to deal with that thought I started to move when I realized that the other woman was upstairs already. I quickly crawled around the side of the bed and thanked the universe that the bed was one of those super-high modern ones, all the rage. I could barely slide under the frame, but managed. Underneath I had plenty of space.
I watched a pair of high heels walk into the room and heard a sigh. Whoever it was walked over to the corner and I saw a hand reach down and grab my socks and shoes and take them away. Damn it!
The woman walked downstairs, telling Susan "I found a pair of shoes! Would Ben leave his shoes here?"
I couldn't hear the reply.
So, my immediate problem was being naked and stuck upstairs under the bed. I couldn't stay under there all day, though, so I slid out and slowly crawled over to the door. The hallway was open and all the lights were on. I peaked out and could see just down to where the railing was for the hallway next to the staircase and into the foyer. No one was around, so I tip-toed over to another room on the other side of the house - fortunately, there was a clock in there.
9:30! I had fallen asleep and slept through getting out of here!
And then I heard the door open. I crawled to the door and saw people enter. There was a family and I could see other cars pulling up outside. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!! And to top it off, I REALLY had to go to the bathroom.
I quickly crawled back to the door and then across the hallway up to the guestroom I had been in. I went into the bathroom and quickly relieved myself - I wasn't going to be able to last. As I finished up, I quickly washed my hands. I heard people talking in the stairwell and I put the lid down on the toilet, but didn't flush. I ran back into the guestroom and saw the people enter one of the rooms down the hall and dove under the bed. I had no idea how long I was going to be down here, but at least I didn't have to go to the bathroom anymore.
All morning people came and went, walking through the house, through all the rooms. I was nervous every time someone came into the guestroom I was hiding in, but no one bothered looking underneath the bed or anything.
I was surprised by how many people come to open houses. It was insane - during the entire day, I bet there were no more than five or six times where people weren't upstairs. The biggest break I got was during lunch - not very many people came through during what I figured was lunchtime (I was starving) and the other woman left to get a bite to eat. Someone did look in the toilet while they were going through, but quickly concluded that it had been the construction workers or some other visitor and flushed it.
If only they, or other people had known that there was a naked guy trapped under the bed. Ha! Most of the time I was just bothered by the fact that I was stuck there. But when there were no people coming through, I was kind of turned on. It was a cycle, getting hard, then soft again, horny, scared... it repeated itself many times before the day was out.
I could help it - with a lack of food and water I was definitely not thinking clearly. I already had this huge patch of precum from the cyclic horniness, but one of the times I couldn't help it. No one had been upstairs for a few minutes and things seemed calm, and being stuck up there and stark naked I couldn't help but get hard. I went for it, jacking off there underneath that bed. It didn't take long after those unmet cycles of need all day, and I blew a big load. The first shot went flying up in an arch but hit the bottom of the slats on the bed above me. Another couple shots hit the middle of my chest and then the rest pooled. I had to try really hard not to laugh - the shot that hit the slats seemed really funny to my hungry, thirsty self.
I had calmed down just before another few pairs of feet came into the room I was in. I hadn't heard them upstairs and sincerely hoped I had been quiet. I suddenly felt really disgusting for what I'd just done. What an idiot! If I got caught before, sure, I'd look like a disgusting perv, but my story of having been trapped there all day would have been believable. Now, with wet cum on my chest and a pig pool of it further down my body, there's no way I'd not look like America's Most Wanted.
As if the Fates were mocking me, the cum on the slats had formed into a gigantic droplet and fell directly down onto me right as the group that had been in there started talking.
"This is a nice room - they're bigger than that last house we looked at," a female voice said.
Splat - right at the edge of my right nostril. I shuddered and moved while the guy said, "Yeah, that last house had tiny bedrooms."
As I lifted my head, trying to be silent, another drop fell onto my right eyebrow. It was a big drop, too - I could feel it running and quickly closed my eye. I put my head back down and just turned a little to the side, hoping that nothing else would fall and hoping they'd leave the room quickly.
But no - a couple more drops splattered onto me while they kept talking. They just hit my cheek, though. I didn't dare move, though - I was afraid even wiping it away would give away my presence as I moved (barely) on the carpet.
Another group came in right as that group was leaving. Ugh. For fifteen minutes I sat there with cum drying on my face while nothing else hit my face. Finally the room was empty and I wiped my eye where I was afraid it would run in - ouch. It never did, but by the time I went to wipe it away it had all but dried. I moved a little and tried to peer out and see if anyone else was in the hallway.
Even though I hadn't had anything to drink, I really needed to pee. I felt like I had another brief respite and slid out from under the bed, listening intently for any sign of life out there, and ran into the bathroom. I closed the door and quickly peed, but again, I didn't flush. As I opened the door, though, I heard voices and quickly closed it again.
Idiot that I am, I should have just locked it. But no, I was in hiding mode and opened the cabinets under the sink. I quickly twisted my body (I'm fairly limber) and managed to squeeze myself into the three-cabinet wide space under the sink. Now just to hope that no one opens the doors!
And no one did. I couldn't stay under there, though - it just felt unsecured (like the bed was any better) and was uncomfortable. Someone who had come through had left the door to the bathroom wide open, so I could hear that no one was actually in the room... I slid out, in my haste totally scraping my ass and thigh raw on a rough bit of poor cabinetry. I'd have to remember to tell Ben about faulty work - though that didn't cross my mind until I was safely back under the bed.
I was halfway to the bed when two people walked from one room to another. Fortunately, they were looking the wrong way and didn't see me. I crawled back under the bed and laid there, feeling the sting on my buttcheek and thigh where I'd just scraped it. That's when I laughingly reminded myself to tell Ben about the faulty craftsmanship.
Finally people stopped showing up. I was thirsty, hungry, tired, and felt really nasty. I had been covered in cum and stuck underneath a bed all day, waiting it out hoping not to be found and having scraped myself trying to stupidly hide in the bathroom.
Eventually the other lady (Susan's assistant) came through and turned off all the lights. I heard her go back downstairs and she and Susan left. I waited for a little while before crawling out from underneath the bed. When I got up the courage, I slid out from under the bed and stood up and stretched. It was almost dark out, and I slowly walked out of the guestroom and down the hallway to the staircase. All the cars were gone out front and the sky was rapidly darkening. I figured I'd better run downstairs and try to find my shoes and maybe salvage my shirt and underwear.
I first stopped at the fridge, though, and grabbed a bottle of water and downed it. Then went through the trash. Nothing. Everything had been cleared out. I went into the garage, hoping to find the trashcan with the bags - I wasn't above searching through. There were no trashcans, though. As it turns out, Ben's mom kept her office in there, and I found my shoes underneath her desk. I decided that they were enough. I would make it home somehow.
I went to the bathroom again, then put my shoes on (my socks were also gone) and tied them up as tightly as possible. Five miles with no socks was not going to be pretty, especially as these were not running shoes but more "style sneakers" - not Converse lo-tops, but very similar - from J. Crew, actually (I like shoes...typical gay guy, haha). I walked to the front door and took a deep breath.
I know, I know... just before that semester started I had spent a weekend naked and being little more than a cumbucket and loved it. But this was different. I had a really long way to go, and was in a city - not protected by a house or a car or the woods...
The woods!
I decided I'd walk through the woods as much as possible, darting across roads and stuff as needed. So off I went. I didn't even run - there was no point. I walked along behind homes and businesses, only crossing a couple of roads here and there. And when I had to, it was no big deal - just a quick dart across with no traffic. If I felt like a perv before, imagine how I felt then, walking along in the dark, but so close to people's homes that I could see them in their kitchens or living rooms or on one or two occasions see them out on their porches grilling. Thank goodness for those woods, though those scrapes were sure letting me know they didn't appreciate the brushes with nature - plenty of stinging.
There were two large office complexes across the street from each other that I had to traverse. I crossed through the parking lots of the first one since it was convenient. Then I got close to the road, and tried to hide behind the sign - it was a busy four-lane road. I waited and waited and waited, trying to figure out a good time to cross. Finally, there was a chance, and I darted out running across the road. I didn't realize that a police car had been the last car to pass, though. I got across the road and just as I thought I'd be fine, darting behind the sign on the other side of the street, I saw the lights come on and he turned around.
I ducked down, scared that I was about to be arrested after all of this, but fortunately he raced up the road and kept going. I got back up and stuck to the edge of the parking lot until I was far enough away from the road and then walked across it taking the shortest distance.
This office park, it turns out, was far more secure - because I was about three-quarters of the way across the entire parking lot when I heard someone shout from by one of the buildings behind me to stop.
Do you think I stopped? Hell no! I ran as fast as I could to the end of the parking lot, jumping over the little barrier and into the woods. I changed my direction, darting off in a different line in case the security guy had decided to chase me. I ran as quickly as I could, though I had to stop after a short way to listen - he wasn't chasing me, so I continued on this adventure to get home at a normal pace.
I came across the train tracks and walked along the tracks for about a mile... it was in the right general direction and allowed me to see fairly easily since it was really dark out and the moon was the only light available. A train did come by, but I saw and heard it well before it came anywhere near, so I was a good thirty feet off the tracks and watched while it passed.
Eventually I reached the point where I couldn't go any further without really exposing myself, though. I had to make a choice - there was the run across campus I could make, which would get me to my apartment much faster but expose me to all of campus who happened to be out. Yes, it was dark, but people were out partying, too - it was a Saturday night, after all.
The other route was not to go across campus, and that involved seeing fewer people in person, but meant going along streets with lots of street lights, including a lot of restaurants and bars that likely would have people out and about.
Well, there was really no way to get past a few restaurants without exposing myself. No matter which way I went, there was going to have to be a mad streaking run by something and someone - lots of someones. I decided to go with the campus express route. It'd be potentially more embarrassing, but less dangerous, I felt - I mean, people streak often enough on campus. But running along the road on the longer way would expose me to passing drivers and crazy people that could make a circle and come back around, pick on me, etc. Plus, I could get stopped at crosswalks, something that I didn't face over most of campus since there were hardly any cars the way I was planning to run.
So right before the short stretch of bars I'd have to face, I stretched and got psyched for it. Then, bolted like a crazy person. Is there really any other way to look when running naked down a busy street? I didn't flail my arms or anything, but I did run with a goofy look on my face, as if it say, "yes, I'm a crazy motherfucker."
I ran by the two or three bars and the restaurant and across the street and off down a side street before getting to campus. I heard some laughter after I had passed - clearly I had been spotted, but then getting other people to see me didn't occur until I was long past. Still, gave some people a show and a chuckle.
Across campus was different. There were tons of people, but I just kept running. There were gasps, laughter, and a bit of cheering. When unable to avoid one group I was rapidly approaching, I got a slap on the ass as I got too close. But I just kept on booking it.
Finally I reached some woods and darted in. I was almost on the other side of campus and only had another mile or so after that. I caught my breath and then started up again.
There was no choice - the approach to my apartment was definitely wide-open streets and sidewalks. I had to sprint down the sidewalk of the last street - about a quarter of a mile or so. I made it, despite honks and catcalls from passing cars. I ran up to the front door of the apartment and pounded on the door. The blinds flickered and then the door opened. Dave couldn't even contain himself and started laughing hysterically. He stood next to the door and I strode in.
Ahhhh... home. No need to worry now. I walked into kitchen and grabbed a beer - after being friends and roommates for so long and having seen it all, and stuff like Naked Month, it didn't bother me a bit to stand in front of Dave naked like that. Safely inside, being naked wasn't a problem now. But I needed that beer!
As I downed my beer, I explained what had happened. Dave literally fell on the floor laughing as I told him about being stuck under the bed all day, and I thought he might pop a blood vessel as I told him about the last couple of hours - hiking through the woods of suburbia around campus and my mad dash across campus and on to the apartment.
I finished explaining what had happened and Dave told me he hadn't laughed so hard ever.
I went into the shower and could really feel that beer since I hadn't eaten all day. Where I had scraped myself burned really badly, though. But I cleaned up and stepped out of the shower, gingerly drying off that part of my body. Despite the stinging, it felt sooooo good to be clean!
I walked towards my bedroom when Dave asked me if the scrapes were bothering me. I told him they were, and he asked me to come over to the kitchen so he could take a look. One of the reasons it was so raw and irritated was because of a bunch of splinters I'd picked up. He went to the bathroom and grabbed the tweezers. Both of us laughed - him more so, as it hurt when he removed them - while he tweezed splinters out of my ass. He didn't flinch a bit - talk about easy-going.
After he was certain he'd picked them all out, I went into our bedroom and grabbed some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. I came back out into the living room and sat down. Dave handed me a beer just as the pizza he ordered arrived. I told him my wallet was still somewhere in Ben's truck, wherever that was. Dave said it was his treat, for having had a rough day (even though the night before had been fun) and for making him laugh so hard. He had maybe a slice, and I ate the rest of it.
We watched television and chatted until there was a knock at the door. I got up and went over, opened it up; it was Ben. He had brought my shorts back. I invited him in, but he didn't want to stay or anything. He laughed when I told him quickly what had happened and figured his mom would give him a lecture, but that it was worth it.
"So that's the guy?" Dave asked after Ben had gone.
"That's Ben, yeah," I said.
"Are you two 'an item,' then?"
"No... he's nice and all, but I don't want anything like that," I said. "He is nice to look at, though, haha!"
We watched some more tv and then I went to bed. I was exhausted. It felt nice to be in a bed, not stuck underneath it.