Several Units: 218
Note: Anyone engaging in any sexual activity is over 18 years old.
Disclaimer: This story has been modified by me, using Microsoft's spell check. You've been warned; expect errors.
*This is a brief story. It's not a happy story.
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Venice Apartments has a sign in front, with 'Venice Apartments' in black on a backdrop of the Italian flag's green, white, and red. A gondola and gondolier silhouette surround the name.
The complex consists of four buildings, making a square. Each building faces inwards, towards the pool and small courtyard. The first building's northeast side has three floors with five apartments on each floor. Apartments 101, 105, 201, 205, 301, and 305 are two-bedroom units. The units in between are one-bedroom apartments. Southeastern building consists of the ground floor's apartments 106 and 107, which are two-bedroom units. The second and third floors each have four single room efficiencies. Southwestern building is similar to the northeastern building, with two-bedroom units in the corners and separated by three one-bedroom units. The northwestern building has a ground floor of two units, each with two bedrooms. On top of the northwestern building is a large laundry room and an exercise area.
Across from the northeastern building's parking lot is the rental office. The top of the rental office houses the apartment complex's clubhouse, which tenants can reserve for parties but must inform the apartment manager beforehand.
Arthur 'Artie' Lawless sat in his one-bedroom apartment, poised by the window with his finger on the 'Enter' key. Pressing the key, his message to 'Dancer1999' would be sent.
The room measures 16ft by 12ft. Artie's bed is against the wall, with enough space for the closet door to open fully. The barrel chair is near the bed, sharing a table with it. Arranged beside the door is a small bookcase with Artie's radio. This radio was also rescued from his mom's garage. Although the CD player and cassette player don't work, Artie is satisfied as long as he can listen to WWL from New Orleans for football games or KLUL for Classical music.
Resigned, Artie deleted his message to Dancer1999 and threw away plans to respond. He battled with himself, calling himself a coward.
"What's this, Haydn? Oh, what a wonderful piece," Artie said, listening to beautiful, playful music.
"Better off; Dancer1999 seems a little... mean." Artie comforted himself and logged out of the 'Men Seeking Men' section of the ULD online newspaper's classified ads.
With a glance around, Artie logged onto his favorite porn site to see if Dudley Bryant Lancaster had posted anything new. Dudley is a charming young man standing at five feet. His videos typically involve him entering the wrong neighborhood, where he's grabbed by powerful men who teach him a lesson.
The latest video depicted Dudley getting anally fisted by one guy while another long, thick guy shoved his cock down Dudley's throat. While Artie watched the dirty, indecent video, his erect penis leaked into his jockstrap.
No new DBL videos were available. With another sigh, Artie turned off the laptop and placed it on the bookcase under the radio. Absently, he rubbed his swelling penis through shorts and jockstrap.
Dancer1999 would view Artie's efficiency with disdain, sitting at Artie's table and drink all his beer. Dancer1999 would eat much of the meal Artie had prepared for their candlelit dinner. After the meal, Dancer1999 would slap Artie, hitting him so hard that he'd see spots. Then, Dancer1999 would insult Artie, call him horrible names, and punch him so hard in the stomach that Artie nearly sickened.
Next, as Artie gasped for air, tears streaming down his face, Dancer1999 would tug at Artie's finest black pants, dragging them down to his knees, crippling him. Just like in prison, Dancer1999 would only use his spit as a lubricant as he shoved his ridiculously thick and long cock into Artie's painfully tight rectum.
"Shut the fuck up, faggot," Dancer1999 would snarl viciously, his hatred oozing out with every word. "Fucking slut, is this what you've always wanted?!"
The pain would be severe; Dancer1999's cock would stretch Artie's virgin hole almost violently. But Dancer1999 didn't care; if anything, Artie's sobs would make him even more eager. Dancer1999 would fuck Artie, fucking him hard until Artie came, blasting jets of manly fluid onto his jockstrap. Then, with a sinister grin, Dancer1999 would pinch Artie's testicles, wrenching them painfully. While still pumping Artie's ass full of his own bodily fluids, he'd smack Artie a couple of times before disappearing from his small studio apartment.
Throughout the night, Artie would wake up, his eyes watering as he recalled the humiliation of being violated. He would gently rub himself off, reliving the shame of succumbing to another man's animal desires. Artie's anus would ache painfully, a constant reminder of what had happened.
With the window blinds securely closed and the slats angled upward, making the glass nearly impossible to see through, Artie ensured that no one could see into his tiny apartment. The blinds were tinted, and Artie had personally tested it to confirm. He double-checked both the door and the security chain, every time, to make sure.
He stood naked, his cock hard and jutting up in anticipation. Artie crawled onto the bed, his hand caressing his stiff member through the fabric of his cotton jockstrap. A few times, he'd halt, his abdominal muscles clenching as he balanced on the edge of a climax. Then he'd relax and continue to gently stroke his throbbing cock within the cushioned garment.
Suddenly, Artie imagined Dancer1999 sneaking up on him in a high school stadium's dirty restroom, forcing him to his knees. Dangerous, alluring football games would intensify the sounds surrounding them, reminding them of the danger present. In their hands, they would be armed with Dancer1999's cock, demanding submission.
Dangerously close to climaxing, Artie would slide his jockstrap down, his cock springing free. He'd slip his lower back onto the bed, parting his legs. Opening his mouth wide, Artie would let his tongue slide over his lips, inviting his abuser in.
Anonymous to the world, Dancer1999 would stuff himself into Artie's mouth. He'd shove Artie onto his knees. After Dancer1999 had rammed his cock down Artie's throat, brutal and powerful, two or three well-built, sexy, horny eighteen-year-old boys would traipse into the stinky, putrid restroom. Upon finding Artie servicing Dancer1999, they'd waste no time taking over and ramming their young cocks into his eager mouth.
The boys would dump their seed into Artie's gaping mouth. Artie would weep, his balls aching, while they penetrated him. Dancer1999 would be nowhere to be found, having left Artie in the hands of the rugged, young athletes.
Artie would gag and choke, embarking on a deep-throating frenzy as JackBNimble2003 intensified. He'd grip his tender balls as he creaked harder against the mattress, his cock shooting spurts of manly sperm into his salivating mouth.
Sated, Artie grabbed a bowl of soup and a leafy salad for lunch. After, he noisily turned on the dishwasher's ancient fan. The sound was startlingly loud, drowning out the beautifully soft Chopin piece he usually listened to.
Of course, Artie hesitated to respond to JackBNimble2003's ad. He carefully reread his reply, making sure it was friendly and playful. Artie decided to send a simple greeting, and he hoped that JackBNimble2003 would suggest meeting for coffee at Jitters.
JackBNimble2003 suggested they both wear red caps to identify each other. When Artie arrived at the coffee shop, he put on his ULD Storm baseball cap. However, JackBNimble2003 and his friends were already there, and they began to laugh and point at Artie. They shouted hurtful words, calling him a big old cock sucking faggot in front of everyone inside the crowded coffee house.
Artie's phone rang suddenly. It was Miss Sassy, the owner and manager of the restaurant where he worked as a busboy and dishwasher. She asked him to come in immediately because Danny was sick.
"Could it be that the Storm isn't playing today?" Artie asked. Sassy confirmed this and Artie agreed to come in.
At work, he bused tables, kept the station stocked, and prepared the dishes and glasses. At the end of the night, the waitresses each gave Artie a $10 tip. Kenyatta, a sensual waitress, flirted with him and teased Artie about his blush.
Back in his small apartment, Artie took a shower to wash away the day's smells. He liked the feel of the cool sheets against his bare skin as he laid down to sleep.
In the morning, Artie arrived at the laundry room at exactly 7 AM, the time that tenants were allowed to use the machines. He pushed the buttons for the first three washing machines. At 7:10, a young man entered the laundry room and took machines four and six for himself. Artie and the young man, named Ricky, started chatting as they waited for their machines to finish their cycles. Artie told Ricky that he lived in Apartment 218, and Ricky laughed, saying he lived in Apartment 318—right above Artie.
Artie moved his clothes into the dryers: one, four, and nine. Two and seven were broken, and five tended to burn clothing. While they waited, Artie and Ricky engaged in small talk. Artie asked him to be careful when moving around, teasing him.
Ricky left the laundry room and headed upstairs. Artie was about to close the door when he noticed Ricky's washing machines were still going. Reluctantly, he stayed to wait with them.
While waiting, Artie prepared some grilled ham sandwiches for himself. He imagined Ricky enjoying some of his sandwiches. He started to convince himself that Ricky could be interested in more than just food. "It's just two guys, two guys getting together for lunch," Artie thought. "There's no way Ricky would know that I want him to fuck me," he continued, imagining the details of this potential encounter.
When his self-doubt started to rise, Artie decided to send a message to JackBNimble2003 again. But his actions betrayed him; he forgot that he had his laptop open and was logged into the ULD's 'men seeking men' site. Ricky caught a glimpse of this and realized what Artie was doing. Furious, Ricky lunged at Artie, grabbed him by the neck, and forced him down on his knees. Ricky pulled down his pants and demanded that Artie fix his nostrils with his saliva, promising to fuck him like a bitch.
"Aw, you motherfucker!" Ricky yelled as he unloaded into Artie's throat. "I wasn't ready to come yet."
Ricky would withdraw and release the remaining hot squirts onto Artie's face, branding Artie as a "cocksucker." Then Ricky would grasp his cock and swat Artie's face with his thick phallus, coating Artie's visage with his semen.
Fully erect once more, Ricky would fuck Artie, with no foreplay. He would swiftly pull down Artie's jeans and trousers and commence intercourse.
Artie just about managed to take off his pants and underwear in time. He absorbed his dense load in his hand and inhaled to recover. Then he licked his palm spotless of his sperm.
"Do it, for Christ's sake," Artie pleaded to himself as he compressed the final drops of semen from his lagging member into his palm.
With a sigh, Artie sat back down. A while later, he rose from his chair and began to craft a single ham and cheese sandwich. While the sandwich warmed up, Artie sorted the loaded dishwasher.
As Artie was berating himself for his cowardice, Ricky prepared his queen-sized bed with newly laundered linens. Following his exercise routine with dumbbells, Ricky logged into the ULD Online News.
The disappointment was palpable when Ricky saw that nobody had replied to his latest advertisement. Puzzled, he revisited his ad and personal profile, questioning why they weren't generating any interest.
As he sat at his flimsy table, Ricky contemplated visiting Apartment #218 and asking Artie if they'd like to go to Sassy's, a new burger joint on Highway 52. They'd be sharing a meal, observing the attractive waitresses in their skimpy shorts as they rushed around, serving large, fatty burgers.
"Not gay, just..." Ricky mumbled, guiding his hand through his shorts and underwear.
Pondering whether 218's attractive male neighbor might admit to possessing a bisexual inclination, they would return here; the sheets were clean, albeit a bit threadbare. They would disrobe and gently touch each other's muscular chests and abdomens, fingers making their way down to their engorged, firm penises.
Ricky would kneel between Artie's spread legs and take Artie's imposing cock into his mouth. Ricky would play with Artie's plump testicles while he slowly licked and sucked Artie's delightful penis.
Artie would request a 69 position. They would lie on their sides, stroking each other's erect cocks. Then Ricky would sense Artie's cautious tongue lick the head of Ricky's cock. Artie's hot mouth would envelope the head of Ricky's cock and Ricky would insert his shaft into Artie's swallowing mouth. Ricky would gulp his partner's sweet cock down his throat, causing playful moans of delight to fill the flat.
"Fuck!" Ricky moaned, filling his underwear with a fountain of semen.
While Ricky washed the semen from his pubic hair in the bathroom, Artie lethargically munched his lunch. After eating the hot ham and cheese sandwich and a bag of chips, Artie lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to nap but unable to still his mind. He decided to turn on the radio and passed the time by browsing the ULD Online News for new ads. There were no new advertisements posted.
Artie considered creating his own profile, posting his own advertisement.
'Cocksucker looking to be treated like a worthless slut,' Artie pondered, feeling his mouth water, his palms sweat, and his penis swell as he imagined posting his longing to have others witness it.
'Is Sassy's...Ready for some heat?' he heard on the radio as a jocular Copland piece played in the background.
"Damn it!" Artie exclaimed, realizing he was going to be late for the evening shift.
Artie was always courteous and professional, interacting with the scantily clad waitresses. He continued to work at a fast pace. Amidst his thoughts, he debated whether he should return to school, at least obtain his GED, then explore options at St. Elizabeth Parish Vo-Tech. There he would acquire a trade, more than just being a dishwasher and busboy.
Just like his reluctance to reveal his sexuality and his hesitation to respond to online posts, Artie knew he wouldn't act on his thoughts about his education. He desired to, but didn't have the motivation in him.
"Can you tolerate the warmth of my feet, Kenyatta?" the tired man joked as the night drew to a close.
"Yes, and more," a fair-haired cutie remarked.
"Thanks, Artie," the third waitress handed him ten dollars.
"Yeah, thanks, Sugars," Kenyatta agreed, pulling out two fives from her tip money.
Going home, completely drained, Artie could envision Ricky taking the stairs. While showering, Artie imagined Ricky joining him and brutally pushing him against the wall. Without hesitation, Ricky would shove his thick member into Artie's opening. He would violate Artie's rectum, squeezing Artie's testicles painfully while pounding him.
"Wow!" Artie grunted, spraying his cum onto the shower wall.
Preparing for bed, Artie smiled wearily as his bare skin brushed against the cold sheets, unaware that Ricky was below, joyfully responding to Dancer1999's response to his ad. Dancer1999 must have been ready, his reply arrived instantly. They agreed to meet at Jitters, a frequently opened coffee shop that stayed up until midnight. They would both wear a red T-shirt, a silent sign.
They would meet, enjoy a coffee, and see where it goes from there. No stress, just two guys, two pals sharing coffee.
The End
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**Author's Note: I create these stories for my own amusement; I post them here for your delight. I deeply appreciate your taking the time to read my stories.
I'm particularly grateful to those who take the effort to comment, both good and bad. Likewise, I'm grateful to those who take the time to rate my works, those who "Favorite" my writing.
Another unusual circumstance; there are no characters from any other JimBob44 story appearing in this story.
Despite the description stating it's an unhappy story and even though the beginning notes again say this isn't a joyful tale, someone will leave a comment that this is an unhappy tale. Sigh.
Have a fantastic day. And some will have a swollen day.
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