"Warning this is what you could call yaoi. Guy/Guy sex, and relationships. Please do not read on if this offends you... Thanks

Shadows Song"

Scene 1(.Fuck...kind of)-Chapter 1

"Roommate wanted, currently one resident, cost 500, must be opened minded..."
That’s what the ad in the newspaper said.

I checked the address, 4465 Sulfurs Groves St.. Not to far from my current stay. Maybe this roommate would be more acceptable than my other roommates...

The next morning I woke up in a sweat. I had the faintest dream, it was there but I couldn’t picture it all. It just seemed to be something of a blur. Some guy was pushing me off of this large cliff, but then I fell down and landed on a bed and he was on top of me...

I laid clean clothes out on my bed. I noticed, stepping into the shower, that the water, at its hottest, was 'luke warm'(one of the fruits of my habit of late electricity payments...)

I brushed my hair and teeth, put on my shoes, and checking myself in the mirror I smiled. The award winning smile that won everyone over, and yet I was still in a cheap ass apartment with real shitty roommates.

My current residence wasn't a shack, but it wasn’t exactly debonair either. I lived with two roommates, and I paid for the rent. In return for paying the rent, I got sex.
Walking outside, I looked at my small Chevy Impala. I had gotten the car when my mother had left, god bless her soul.
(And you may ask if she’s dead, well no she’s just a crack whore in Jersey).

I hopped in and turned on the ignition. The radio station said that the weather would be 'sunny as always in the greater California area'.

I drove on and on and eventually found the apartment. To my surprise, it wasn't an apartment. It was a large house. I double checked the ad, thinking I may have went to the wrong address. The sign confirmed it, “4465Sulursi Groves St” I looked at the house and smiled, for 500 dollars I would love to stay in this but... there was probably a catch…

I walked the gravel driveway to the front gates. Looking at the intricate metal work of the gate I noticed there was a sign posted.

" For all whom are looking to rent as a roommate please come in and seek me out.
Thank you,
Marcus. "

So the person I would be renting with was a man named Marcus.

I walked into the front yard and examined it, from the outside there was a large brick wall that hid the grounds, but inside it looked like my college grounds.

The leaves of fall were all over, brown, orange and yellow hues everywhere. Three or four large maple trees were dotted randomly in the yard.

There was a large pond on my immediate left, which contained 3 small ducks puttering around. The largest of the three seemed to be the mother. I smiled and watched them for a few moments.

When my troubles and thoughts had all but disappeared, I walked past the pond.

To my right was a large fern, or maybe just a bush... It was brown, and dying, but it would grow back again in the spring. I followed the small concrete path as it led over a bridge. Under the bridge was a small stream that ran from a small make shift water fall across the yard horizontally then ended by going in a hole and recycling to the beginning. This added a “running stream effect.” It was fall break as of this week but school would be back in session in a couple of weeks.

I walked up the concrete steps and ran my hands along the marble columns that supported the second story of the house. "There is no way that 500 dollars will pay for this," I thought.

I walked up to the pale green door and knocked.

The house was obviously late Victorian, with a white layer of paint and a thin trim of green. After a few minutes I knocked again, no one answered.

I sighed and began to turn around, but then I heard the faint sound of music and, thinking nothing of it, went inside...

The floor was beautiful. It was a polished brown wood, maybe mahogany. The walls were a light opaque color, with light brown trim. I labeled the room I was standing in, 'The Greeting Room'. I saw stairs were placed along the eastern wall.

To my left was a large opening that looked like it was meant to have two large oak doors on it but they were taken down. This could also be said for the right door way. A little bit past the stairs, was a small singular door frame. From what I could see there were no doors anywhere except the front door. I wondered about this, but continued my search.

Everything was modernly furnished, with pretty bland but conservative colors and styles. I walked into the, I would guess, living room and then through a door into the kitchen and then another door which I found led back into the greeting room.

So, the house wasn’t as big as I had thought. I walked into the room that was to my right when I first entered the house. It was something along the lines of a piano room, or a tea room. I smiled and, when seeing no doors or doorframes in the room to enter, went in reverse. I stopped at the stairwell and listened. I heard music playing but I couldn’t tell what it was. So I slowly inched my way up the stairs.

The top floor was just as big as or bigger than the bottom floor. There was a door to my immediate left, right, and center. I stopped and looked in all three, deciding where to go. To the left it seemed to be a bedroom, empty with a large bed, TV, computer, and a large bookcase full of books. I smiled, thinking to myself that, that room would be my own.

I stopped my self, what was I doing? I couldn’t afford this place and I was already falling in love with it. I stopped my self again and looked to the center doorframe. It jutted out into a large overhanging patio. I stepped onto the patio, and looked up. The roof was a large, wooden overhang that blocked out the sun.

About half way out it stopped, the wood was switched with mesh screen. It met the ground at a 90-degree angle. There the mesh connected with marble railing that was very winding and wispy looking.

Chairs sat around a glass table overlooking a large backyard. I obviously didn’t see the backyard when I rode up because it was huge!

A pool, and a large slide, with water jets and a hot tub called out to me. There was also a large Chinese garden. It had small connecting ponds and small wooden bridges all covered by bright pink and white flowers that were swaying and falling off, at random, with the wind.

It looked beautiful.

I was walking around someone else’s heaven. I continued looking for the new roommate. I walked out and turned left. I entered the room but this one was occupied. The bed was made, but looked used. I saw that the TV was tuned , very loudly, to a rock station. I smiled and bobbed my head to the familiar tune. Then seeing steam from a doorway I slowly crept towards it. I poked my head in, just enough to see.

I saw a medium sized bathroom, with a marble sink, and a large marble shower, with a circular glass piece that opened up in the middle to let you go in and out. There was a small slide up window that was open letting the sun dance its ray’s in, reflecting off the marble of the bathroom. Obviously there was someone in the shower...

I studied the body in the shower. He was beyond gorgeous. The glass was steamed up but I could see outlines and some clarity. He was not exactly tan, but not pale. He had eye length blonde hair, a firm six pack, and a flat chest adorning two ,equally sexy, nipples. I saw a dark happy trail leading to curly pubic hair. Nestled in the hair was a very 'big' friend. I thought about having that inside me... I ached with pain and pleasure at the same time...

Closing my mouth and wiping up the slobber, I thought to myself, He isn’t the best but... damn.

Minutes had passed and I was frozen solid, crouching, on the white carpet groping my self. I wanted to unzip my pants and ease the monster that was screaming in my head.

Then the water shut off...

My heart skipped a beat.

But I still didn't move. The glass door opened,

"Run" I said to myself, "Get up... HIDE!"

But I didn't move. I just watched as he stepped out onto a white carpet piece. His eyes were closed but his body was very open. Water was dripping from every imaginably sexy point on his body. .

His sea green eyes were now visible, looking at me. My light blue eyes met his eyes. I shot up and turned around.

"I’m... I’m sorry..." I muttered.

"No problem." He said nonchalantly. He sounded as if people watching him shower was a common occurrence. "As long as you liked it?", he said as a question or a statement I couldn’t tell.

"No bro, I'm straight." I said with a falter in my voice. He snickered,

"I’m sure you are...give me a second and I’ll get some clothes on."

"No don't!" I thought, "Ok I’ll be out here" I said. “I’m not leaving.” I thought again, trying to hide my erection in my jeans waste band.

After a few minutes he stepped into the room, wearing only silk bottomed Pjs, his bare chest almost made me cream myself. It was beautiful; his happy trail was matted with specks of water. He had hair around his dark pink nipples, but it wasn’t offensive or disgusting.

"Can I help you?" He said jokingly. I laughed casually, just to not seem nervous. But I knew I was so obvious.

"Yes I..." I swallowed, "I came for the ad for a roommate at 500 dollars." I waited expecting him to laugh in my face and kick me out of his house. "Yes," he said, "I placed that ad, and I have had many dudes, and a few chicks, come in here and ask about it. I have lied saying that the place was already rented. But you my friend are the first to actually have me interested, and one of the first to watch me shower and not try and rape me,” He said jokingly, “My names Marcus Lawn, and you?" He said offering his hand,

"Tom Massey" I said shaking his hand. I grinned somewhat, despite my attempts to hide my embarrassment.

"Well Tom, hey..." he paused, with emphasis on the word Tom, "Your a peeping tom... get it... tom!" he laughed at himself, I didn't think it was funny but I laughed anyway. He stood and walked out the room. I heard him descend the stairs.

"Tom," he yelled, “Come down here." I did as he asked.

We sat at the round kitchen table, it was some fiber material and had two of everything needed (Chairs, Knives, and Forks etc). Marcus was right in front of me, with a hand laid casually on the table and one under the table, resting on his leg. He was slouched down in an “I’m all that” posture.

I touched my face length brown hair constantly, a sign of nervous habit. My light blue eyes were now dark blue. They changed with my emotions and they always gave me away to people who actually took time to notice them, which wasn’t many people.

“Tom…” He smiled as if my name was a key that unlocked old pleasurable memories.

“Yea?”, I replied.

“Are you still embarrassed about the whole shower thing a bit ago?” He paused for effect,” Because I’m not so lighten up.” I nodded, and with those words, spoken off his soft pink lips I suddenly changed my posture completely.

My hair fell across my face covering one eye, my body went somewhat slack. I breathed a sigh of relief and put my hand resting in my lap.

“That’s better” He said through a large grin. “Your very cute” He said with a hint of bluntness. This statement caught me off guard.

“Um…I…thanks… hey,” I jumped into denial mode, “I’m straight dude back off!” I was so obviously gay, but he seemed to get a small hint that I was “in the closet”. So he backed off, somewhat.

“Sorry dude…” he said with a hint of hurt, “I was just… never mind… to business yea?” He asked.

“Please…” I replied. He stood and stretched, arching his back.

The light from the window pane above the kitchen sink was shooting in a diagonal beam, landing right on Marcus, his un-erect manhood shown under the silk Pjs. My manhood rose a bit, just enough for me to have to shift my weight a bit.

Marcus noticed that I was getting aroused and he grinned. I knew what he was thinking but I couldn’t let myself fall for him… I couldn’t…

He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bag of chips. He sat back down and opened the bag, a whiff of air blew his blonde hair up then it fell lazily back down parting naturally in the middle and hanging enough that his nose, mouth and somewhat of his eyes were covered.

“Want some?”, he offered. Out of instinct I took a hand full, and thanked him.

“So…” I said after swallowing a chip, “The rent is five hundred dollars?”

“Yes,” Marcus replied through mouthful of chips. He swallowed them, wiped his mouth with his hand and continued, “I would charge more but… I decided to see what type of people a lower price would bring.”

He stood and walked over to a small counter top radio and switched it on to the station that was on the TV when I first entered. He continued, bobbing his head occasionally to the music, “With the signing of the lease agreement you get full legal rights to the house, a spare key, and you can do what ever you want, with my consent.” He said, he cracked a wry grin, “To the house… I mean…” he said correcting himself.

I stood and went next to him. I placed my hands on the edge of the kitchen sink, and leaned over it to look out the window. Talking out of the side of my mouth I said,

“So what do you mean by your statement, what “type” of people the lower cost would bring? Am I lower than some rich hard ass that could pay you some one grand payment?” I meant this statement to seem somewhat brazen. When he didn’t answer I turned my head to see him leaning, elbows on the kitchen counter, smiling.

He was so gorgeous and I had to admit it to myself. I could easily see myself with him. He pushed off the counter and moved about three inches away from my face. We were of the same height. I could smell his lightly salty, yet pleasant breath. The particles of our souls collided.

“Some people don’t like rich hard asses, they like the poor romantics….” He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me into him. Our bodies were symmetrical .Nipple to nipple, stomach to stomach, man hood touching manhood. He felt so good to be held against. My eyes were closed, and I had a pleasurable grin on my face. I opened my eyes and looked at him straight in the eyes.

I could feel his bare chest against my clothes. I could feel his manhood stiffly pressing against my own stiff manhood. His silky Pjs were not “really” there.

“So you’re straight huh?” he said mockingly.

I pushed away from him, ignoring both of our erections. I looked at him with scrutiny.

“And you obviously gay!” I said trying to be as mean as I could be. I’m not a mean person so it took all I could muster to say those words.

He looked at me not saying anything. I turned on my heels and headed for the front door. I felt two fit arms wrap around me, and a firm erection press against my buttocks. I quivered with a longing to have it inside me. He nuzzled his nose against my neck; I let my head fall backwards slack. He kissed my neck lightly. Each kiss sent a silky shutter straight through me.

I could barely hold my self up, I wanted to stop him but I “needed” him. He turned me around and pushed me into the wall of the stairs. He pressed himself against me, aligning our bodies so they feel “into” each other. He put his arms on the wall on either side of my head.

“I’m sorry to have been rude… it’s just you’re so goddamn beautiful… and…” I did something out of instinct, I leaned forward and placed my lips firmly on his. We were frozen for a few seconds as his lips and mine seemed to share there moisture and slowly he parted his lips and kissed me back. I quivered inside, and opened my mouth just slightly. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, it darted around tasting every part of my mouth. He tasted of salt and a taste I couldn’t place.

I put my hands on the wall, lined with my legs, and pressed against the wall for support. He bent his knee slightly so my legs spread just a bit, he positioned himself where his erection was parallel to mine; he thrust up with slow rhythm. He pushed into my mouth deeper, exploring as far as he could without me gagging. My tongue responded to his each time they touched. He slowly retracted his tongue as if he wanted to savor all the tastes. He slowly licked the tip of my tongue, and then his tongue went back to his mouth.

He pulled away, smiled, and disengaged our bodies. He backed up one or two steps. I was hunched up against the wall, with a pleased look on my face. After a few seconds my bliss left and I opened my eyes. He smiled at me,

“You really are beautiful…” he said stepping forward again, pressing out lips together, holding it there for a few seconds, then kissing one more time and pulling away. I whimpered as he pulled away I wanted more.

I stepped up off the wall and pushed him against the opposite wall. A quick moan escaped, mixed with a loss of breath, but for only a second. I grabbed both his hands and put them against the wall over his head. I kissed his lips once, then down to his neck and his chest, still holding his arms up.

I kissed each nipple lightly, and kissed to the side slightly below the underarm area. He tasted so good, like a sweet candy. Small moans escaped him with each kiss I placed on his bare chest. I put my mouth around one of his nipples. I lightly sucked it, while running my hands up and down the underside of his arms. I lightly scratched then I caressed.

I kissed his collar bone and his neck again. Slowly I stuck my tongue to his collar bone then I licked form there to his ear lobe. He moaned, three times in quick succession.

“Keep you arms above you head if you can…” I said through quick breaths.

I took my hands and ran them through his hair. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into my hands, like a cat. I slowly trickled the backside of the hands down his neck to his chest, then I lightly clawed his stomach. I took my index finger and stuck it under his waist band. I felt the start of his pubic hair. I moved my finger from left to right on his hip.

I sensually kissed his chest, while moving my finger out of his waist band and placing them along the sides of his thighs. I squeezed his thighs lightly, and kissed his happy trail. I tongued the hole of his belly button. He shook with pleasure quickly.

“Stop," he said laughing, "that tickles." He then closed his eyes and I continued. I would for sure use that info later.

I gripped the silk of his Pjs and slowly pulled them down about a half inch, and I kissed the waist band area above the silk material. He moaned again. His hands were now touching his own head, running along his neck and touching in his hair. I pulled them down another half inch. Pubic hair was now showing. I kissed the hair, it did not have a taste, but I felt his stiff erection against the bottom of my chin. I pulled the Pjs down with one last swift motion they dropped to his ankles.

His erection popped up playfully. It was larger than I had seen in the shower. I put my hand around the base of his erection. I got on my knees and looked up and him. He was looking down at me, smiling.

“I guess you’re going to be moving in here?” He asked, seriously.

“I think so… “I replied, he smiled wider, “But I’m not worried about that right now.” I said sexily. He nodded and I kissed his thigh down to about a foot above the knees cap. Then I kissed his scrotum. It was hanging, very softly His hand moved faster in my hair. He was playing with my hair, almost subconsciously.

I gripped the base of his dick. He was leaned against the wall in am angle so his erection was somewhat sunken back. I closed my mouth around the tip of his erection. I savored the skin-ish taste. I sucked bobbing my head, paying attention just to the tip of his erection and only using my lips. He moaned slowly and ran his hands down my neck.

He gripped my shirt and pulled it up over my head. I took his cock out of my mouth and took off my shirt. My chest was as firm as his, but with less hair. I was very tan, almost Puerto Rican. He kicked off his Pjs from around his ankles then bent down ,picked me up, and hoisted me over his shoulder.

He went up the stairs. He turned right and I saw the vacant room from my held position. I was then laid down upon his bed. He crawled on top of me and looked down at me.

“How far do you want to go?” He asked curiously.

I thought hard for a moment.

"I should probably wait but I’m really horny… but then again what if he was a whore…"

“How many men have you slept with…?” I asked, he looked at me seriously,

“I won’t lie; I have only slept with…” He thought, “5 men in my whole life…”

"Less than me," I thought.

“But I slept with those 5 a lot… 4 were serious relationships so…” I looked at him wryly, and I leaned up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me. I kissed him lightly, “then take me.” I said with a light sexy tone. I know it sounded cheesy but…

“So I can have you because you’re horny?” he asked seriously. I didn’t care what he was saying I wanted him in me. I grinned and sat up looking at him,

“Yes I’m horny…ok what about it?” I asked with a slack grin on my face.

“Nothing it’s just…” He got up and got a pair of boxers from his dresser drawer. I looked at him with confusion.

“What are you doing?” I said quickly. I got up and watched him put on a shirt and jeans. “No…” I thought.

He looked at me, "I only want to have sex with you when you’re not horny…”

I looked at him confused,

“Then,” I said, “I wouldn’t have sex…” I was confused. He stared at me blankly.

“No it’s more than that… you need to open up your mind… I’m looking for something… serious…” With those words I understood what he was talking about… he wanted to make love to someone he actually loved and not regret it. I closed my eyes and thought to myself.

Now I felt like slut…

"yes that’s the end of first chapter I have chapters written and ready to go so when I get sufficient comments I will post chapter 2..

SS."