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This is an original work of Gay furotica by me David Bennett. All the stories posted by me are my own. The Characters of Neil, Khris, Micah, Hillary, Collin, Lindsay, and Elijah are all copyright Kitsune25, and are used with her permission. All others characters are mine.

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I was so tired that morning. I was glad that I was going to be given a week off from working. Filming "The Golden Tub" had taken its toll on me. After a couple of dates with Neil, I was able to unwind, and prepare for the task for welcoming anyone willing to join my exclusive group.

I didn't expect that many off the bat of course. Who would want to move into an all-gay environment? I don't know. From the look that Chong gave me, he didn't want to have company; they might get into his stash. Personally I was glad that Chong got that fur cut. Only in his case, would I say that short hair looked good. Chong had got his fur trimmed short, just enough so he would be nice and cool for the upcoming summer. I thought about getting a trim, but my fur was just fine at it's current length, and plus I hate having those clippers moving all over me.

Speaking of moving, I wondered where the potential roommates were. No one had answered my add, and I was getting bored of sitting in that beanbag chair. Did I take out the add properly? Did I remember to say that I would be interviewing today for new roommates? Gods, I hoped so.

Bob, sensing my depression, walked over and rested his head on my stomach. I was wearing my white and black spandex shorts that looked like boxer shorts, and a black T-shirt with my Dojo's logo on it. I had slapped a bra on underneath, but was too lazy to put on a fresh pair of panties, the shorts would do.

"Well Bob, today's the day...isn't it."

He lifted his eyes and smiled a little bit, the way most dogs do when the smile. I started to pet his head as Chong came back into the room. He was wearing clothes straight from the 80s, and I don't mean the good ones. He had on some tight acid wash jeans full of holes, an old A-Team T-shirt, and a pair of old Air Jordan's on his feet. The hair on his head had been shaved, so you could see the distant look in his eyes. No matter how sober he will ever get, due to the amount of drugs he has done, his eyes will never truly focus upon someone. He had what my father called "blind man's eyes", which meant exactly what I said; they would never truly focus on things. He can see me even if I am staring him in the face, but no matter what, his eyes were too screwe4d up to meet mine.

"I'm telling you...I don't...want someone I don't know here..." Chong said in his soft sober whisper. I didn't look at him, and shrugged.

"Chong, you are on my good graces, always have been. Remember I'm doing you a favor by letting you live here. You don't pay me any money, and when it comes down to it, all you want is to toke up and crash."

Chong looked at me, and his face went sour. No matter how much I told him this, he hated hearing the truth. "No...I do things...I do things..." He said, his face turning to a look of determination.

I scoffed and sat up, Bob scooting away from me. "Yeah you do do things. You sit, you sleep, you toke, you short, and inject. The most you've ever done for me was clean up your own puke once, and molest me in the shower a few times. Face it Chong. You have always been on my graces, so don't think you get to make a decision to who I let in here."

A tear streamed down his face, and he clenched his fists. "I...I am good! I...I can do things! I'm not...totally...useless!" He said, starting to get angry and sad. I felt bad for talking down to him, but it was the same discussion that I have had with him for years.

"Look at yourself, you're so permi-fried you can't even speak at a normal rate. You think that some man is going to want you like this? You think that you're ever going to get a job like this? The only job that you are going to end up getting is one with your name printed on your shirt." I said.

That did it. His face fell, and he turned around and ran into Asher's room and slammed the door. I could hear him start to sob, and cry behind the door, talking to himself. I felt bad, but I figured that if it helped him in the end then it wouldn't be so bad. Bob on the other hand wasn't very happy with me. He walked in front of me and scowled.

"Oh now don't tell me that you are taking his side. You know it's something I had to say."

Bob growled angrily and walked to Asher's door, scratched at it, and walked inside when Chong opened it. It was slammed shut again, and I was left alone.

"Whatever." I thought aloud as I sat back into my chair and changed the TV channel to the news. The Anchor was mid sentence when I changed the channel, so I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about.

"-And Senator White had no comment on those allegations. Word on Capital Hill is that Senator White may not have been in his right mind at the time of the incident, and perhaps the woman in question was acting under duress herself. As for us at FBN, we will keep you all abreast of this ongoing situation between Oregon Senator Fillmore White and Connie Xang at 11, when further information comes in." The handsome Hamster type male said as he turned on his chair and faced a different camera. He looked at it and smiled. The icon next to him and changed to a picture of a Hollywood star, with the words "porn starts" in pink letters written across it. I sat forward, wondering what they had to say.

"Well in other news, the annual meeting of GAFG or the Gay Adult Film Star's Guild is set to meet on the 30th of this month at the world famous Chinese theatre. Stars from around the world are going to be coming to this gathering of homoerotic film stars and makers. People from all around Los Angles plan to attend in the hopes to meet some of their favorite stars, and buy some adult materials endorsed by the pros. Our resident and openly gay reporter Boston Merrill was more than glad to go to where they are currently setting up for this month's extravagant. Lets see what Boston had to say about it..."

The scene changed, and an average yet handsome looking Squirrel was standing in front of the legendary theatre. All over pride flags were waving, various stars and film makers were getting set up early. The Squirrel smiled and looked straight into the camera.

"Well here I am in front of the annual convention for homosexual adult film starts and film makers called GAFG-Con III. The third ever of a convention of this type is going to take place here in a week, at the legendary Chinese theatre. Stars from all over the world have arrived early, in order to make sure that this convention goes off without a hitch and everything goes according to plan. Now right here, I happen to have a local film star, who goes under the name of Jeice. Jeice, would you say a few words about the show?"

I sputtered, there was Jeice, my film partner, in front of a camera. I couldn't see what he was wearing below the waist, but he was wearing one of the black T-shirts the studio had given us to advertise "The Golden Tub". It was black and had big yellow block letters that spelled out the words, the letters looking like a lit up billboard. He smiled and bowed, just as his name was shown on the screen. "Jeice /Gay Film Star" it read.

"Of course Boston, I would be more than glad to talk about it. This convention gives us a chance go meet our fans, who obviously have gave us a lot of attention over the years, and have made us a lot of money. It's the chance for us to meet stars from other studios, learn new techniques, and greet our fans in person."

"Well Jeice, tell me, you are representing 'Adam & Steve Films' if I am correct?" Asked the reporter. Jeice smiled and nodded.

"Oh yeah. I've worked with Adam & Steve Films my whole acting career, and this meeting will give the company and me to make ourselves further known among the Gay community."

"Well what about your studio's other performers? If I am not mistaken you have an on-screen partner - a 'for the films' husband. Is he going to be here?"

Now they were talking about me. I gulped and thought about fainting. If people found out...found out about my porn star habits, I could have been ruined. I gripped the chair to hear what he was going to say.

"That individual will no doubt be here. But remember folks, it's just on screen, we're our own people with our own lives. He has his day job, and I have mine."

I collapsed with relief. Good 'ol Jeice, he knew I didn't want my cover blown. The reporter went on for a few moments, complimenting Jeice on his T-shirt, and then moving on. At one point, it got dull when he was talking about the schedules, but the segment took a very interesting turn when we all caught a glimpse of a tall and stunning visage walking towards the camera. My mouth gaped open, I couldn't believe whom I was seeing on the television; it was my idol.

"SIR, SIR CAN I HAVE A FEW WORDS?" The spry reporter said, shoving the microphone in the face of my Idol. My heart began to throb. Oh sure, I was in love with Neil, but I'd always had a crush on this male...crushes were fair game right? Anyhow the male in front of the camera was wearing a pair of square sunglasses of pink, over his handsome eyes of pink. His hair, dyed a darker shade of pink, was pulled back in a tight braid that went down to his tail. He was clad in his custom BDSM master/slave gear and was wearing a black coat of leather with spikes on the shoulders. It was Lotus...the most famous adult film star of them all, gay or straight. On his feet were a pair of thick soled, heel boots that came to his knees. For an Albino greyhound, he was the sexiest male I had ever seen. Lotus turned and looked at the camera. His right ear was missing a triangle shaped hunk out of it. From what had told people in the past was that he had lost it in a fight with a drug dealer when he was a teenager. Lotus turned and smiled.

"Of course..." He began in his voice, which always sounded like a whisper, no matter what the emotion behind it. " What would like to ask me?"

On the screen his name flashed. It read "Ishanka 'Lotus' Tani /Gay Film Star and Maker". Boston seemed absolutely thrilled to be standing next to Ishanka; I suppose that I couldn't have said I wouldn't have been either.

"Mr. Tani, tell us, what are your plans for this star studded event?"

Ishanka chuckled, and looked right at Boston. "Emphasis on the studded I imagine you say?" Ishanka said in a friendlier whisper. I laughed at the pun, and leaned in even further, my tail wagging absently.

"Well to be honest, this event needs everything. It needs stars, producers, and directors, and most importantly the fans. It's the fans that decide weather or not we've made a decent film. It's the fans around world that watch us doing what we do best - making love - that drives us crazy, and makes us come back for more. I am here, because of the tremendous demand for my presence, and I plan on-"

Suddenly the doorbell rang. I jumped about 10 feet into the air and landed in a sprawl on the floor. I kipped up and muted the TV, Ishanka's silent lips moving in the interview. I ran to the door, and opened it.

What I saw was a very stunning and handsome man, and a white wolf at that. I had never seen one in person. He stood about a foot taller than me, about 7 feet tall, and was very athletically gifted in size. His hair was long coming out from a white doo rag, and in cornrows that were much tighter than Chong's ever was, the braids of the cornrows going down to the middle of his shoulder blades. His chest was covered with a Blackball jersey, which looks like a football jersey, of the Los Angles Hoods. The uniform was white blue, and Columbia blue, and bore the number 22. He wore matching spandex shorts; not the uniform shorts, but close enough. His feet were in old Converse All Stars tennis shoes. He was holding a newspaper clipping in his hand.

"Um...I'm looking for a Renee Morningstar?" He said in a slightly confused tone. I gawked at how sexy this male was and then shook my head out of it.

"Me - Err - I'm Renee." I said with a smile. Instantly the man's eye slit up and he smiled.

"Awesome. I thought I'd have to search half the building for you. The numbers fell off your door."

"They did?" I asked. I looked at the door and wouldn't you know it they were gone. I bet I could think of only one bunny that would take my numbers off my door.

"Felcher..." I grumbled.

"What'd you call me?" He asked casually.

"Oh not you. Are you interviewing for the room?"

"Hell yeah I'm interviewing. Can I come in?"

"Sure."

The male stepped inside. Only now I could still hear the sounds of Chong crying in the next room over, but the male didn't seem to notice. The male stared around the room...obviously impressed. He did a 360-degree revolution and finally focused on me. He smiled, and clapped his hands once.

"Wow! This is amazing! I have never seen a place like this before." He said in admiration. I giggled and placed my hand behind my head.

"It's a home."

"I wish my homes were this nice. What do I have to do to sleep here?" He asked. I had to resist the urge to say, "show me your cock", so I let that hang as I cleared my throat.

"Just enter my kitchen and answer a few questions."

"Alright."

He walked with me into the kitchen, and we pulled two chairs out from the table, to sit with each other face to face. He was so handsome...it was uncanny. He rested his head on his hand, and seemed to be admiring me as I pulled out a paper and pen.

"Name?"

"Blackb - I mean, Rowdy McDowell."

I raised my eyebrow, and shrugged. "Age?"

"28."

"Sex?"

"With you please-" He said...and then bit his lip. I blushed and kept writing.

"I'll take that as 'male'. Current Address?"

He looked around the room and bit his lip. "The Wal-Mart on 3'rd."

I wrote it as if it was normal, and the looked up at him with question. "The Wal-Mart, how the hell is that your address?" I asked. He sighed and looked at the floor.

"I'm homeless, so I sneak in at night to sleep. I sleep on the beds they have in the living department."

I nodded and took notes. He seemed to be losing his cool now. I gave him a reassuring pat on his hand and told him it would be fine, and that I wasn't some horrible tyrant. He nodded and slouched a little bit.

"Ok. Now, what do you do for a living, or are you employed?"

At this he shot up proudly. "Oh yes! I am a Blackball player!"

I raised an eyebrow. "A blackball player? Are you sure your not just a fan?" I asked. He looked slightly offended and pointed to his jersey.

"I play for the LA Hoods. They are a minor league team, but they still pay. I used to play for the Portland Pelt Traders, until I got traded." He said disappointedly.

"Why was that?"

"Well, LA had a great captain, and a shitty team. Portland had me, and an all around good team. Well, Portland started to think that this guy from LA was better, and decided to trade me. So, I lost my home, and had to move down here." He said with a sigh.

"You started to call yourself Blackball. I understand that because you play, but why the nickname?"

At this he sighed and shook his head. "I don't know if I should say, you may not want me in here." He said.

"Look I'm already considering you, it would take an act of...well something great to make me not like you. Besides...you're cute." I flirted. He blushed under his white fur and sighed.

"Well, where do I begin?"

"Anywhere you feel comfortable."

"Alright. I'll be honest with you. I was living in a gang in Portland, a gang called the Broken Chain. They took me in. They are also the only all-gay gang in the Pacific Northwest, so you can see another reason why I wanted to join. But, to tell you the real bite, I wanted revenge. You see; our archrivals were a pack called the Silver Backs. They killed my mother and friends when I was a kid. I wanted to do anything I could. It made me bitter and sick.

"Later, I did some very...disgusting things." He said softly.

"Like?" I asked, not really sure if he wanted to reveal yet.

"I...um...raped a boy."

I raised my eyebrows. "You did?"

He gulped and sighed. "See...I didn't want too-" He began, turning his head away, but I held my hand up and told him to continue.

"Well...I did all kinds of horrible things to the boy, and all because his father was the leader of the Silver Backs. It was a fetish and a fantasy at the time for me to do that, and I did it. Well, I regret it now. I really hurt the boy. I carved his eyes out, and marked him up and everything. It was terrible. When I was done, I realized what I had done, and what my own gang had done to my boyfriend while my back was turned. They raped and mutilated him too. Well, we left the pack and ran. I ran here to LA and switched teams so I could make money." He looked down at the table and gulped. "I stay in contact with both. My boyfriend left me and moved to Hollywood, and the boy goes to a school for the blind. I pay for his schooling."

"Interesting." Was all I said. Rowdy swallowed and stood. He ran a hand over his doo rag and swallowed hard.

"I better get going then." He said shortly.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you don't want me here...no one does."

"Really? I didn't know that I didn't want you here. I was just about to ask when you wanted to move in...but if you-" I began, shrugging. I liked Rowdy; hell I was kind of attracted to him (not like I was to Neil though). He looked at me and placed his hands on my shoulders, and I looked in his eyes. He looked surprised, and happy.

"T-truly? You want me in here?" He asked softly.

"As soon as you want."

With that he lept into my chair, and tackled me over. We went sprawling to the ground, and he began to kiss me so deeply in thanks. I grinned and kissed him back, thinking that I had done something good.

Rowdy, the stronger of the two of us, rolled me on top, and began to caress at me as if I was the sexiest sex morsel in the world. I kissed back, letting my lust flow. I could feel our groins throbbing, each one yearning for the other. Rowdy's hands traversed across my buttocks, and gave them the firmest squeeze I had ever felt, as he shoved his tongue down my throat the farthest I've ever felt a tongue go. I moaned, and pursed like a girl on him.

When the kiss was broken, he looked up at me and whispered thanks. I giggled and licked his nose and smiled.

"You're welcome. I have a bed you can sleep in - mine."

"Well, you mind something first?" He asked, continuing to caress me like when he kissed me. I shrugged out of my shirt and let him have at my naked torso.

"What is that?" I asked.

"I like to 'break in' my bedmates...if you know what I mean."

I grinned and gave his neck a long suck. He groaned, and gave it to me as I rolled the powerful athlete onto his side and kept sucking on the fur and skin of his neck. He moaned and groaned under it. Finally with one smack of my lips, I let him go and said,

"Room's that way. Time to start breaking."

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It was two days later. Rowdy and I had some of the best sex I had ever experienced. I was a little sore that night however, because he had the biggest cock I had ever seen on a canine before, 11x1.5 inches, not including his knot. Oh, I cannot explain to you inexperienced types how bittersweet it was to have that...that hunk of beef in me, it made me hot every time I thought about it.

Anyway, Asher had to be kept out of the loop that I had slept with Rowdy so quickly, when I was so hesitant to sleep with him. I knew it would only hurt Asher. Fortunately, Asher and Rowdy got along really well; they were both athletes that loved to run in the morning. They had even woke me up at 6am to try to get me to run with them, but a sharp "fuck you" and me rolling over was enough to let them know I wanted to sleep. They knew when I was asleep I never really meant to insult, more just to make my point strong.

I slept until noon, when Neil was supposed to pick me up for our date. I rolled out of bed and took a shower, and dolled myself up. I grabbed a shiny silver silk shirt and matching pants, and wore a thong underneath. I felt so good. I grabbed some sandals, and I was complete. The doorbell rang, and I ran to the door. There was my sweet Neil, dressed in some blue jeans and a dark blue UCLA sweater. I leaned in and kissed him softly, and hugged him once.

"Ready to go sweetums?" He asked me.

"Anytime hun." I said. Suddenly, he produced a little box. I gasped and looked at it. He told me to open it. When I did I saw an inverted cross of gold on a long golden chain. I cooed and gave him the biggest hug I could. I put it around my neck, and told him that he would never regret it.

We walked down the steps, hand in hand, headed to somewhere I wasn't sure of, but you could bet your bra straps that I was probably going to enjoy it. We hopped a cab across town, and cuddled.

"So, where are we going anyhow?" I asked.

"It's a surprise sweetheart." He said with that lovely accent of his.

"But I want to know." I play pouted.

"You'll know soon enough. "

And he was right. Only a few moments filled the space between that statement and the time we arrived. He paid the cabbie and we stepped out to the local opera. This opera was different I could tell, I didn't see one woman going in, and there were rainbow flags hanging from the entrance. I was shocked yet again.

"A gay opera?" I asked, saying it in a sly tone.

"A gat erotic opera." He said matter-of-factually.

"Oh no wonder." I said as he gave me a play elbow and told me to behave. I grinned and was lead inside. After paying, we found out that the seats there were perfect. They were wide, and you could move up every other armrest in case you and your lover wanted to cuddle, make out or...err herm! We had front row center seats. The Opera started rather quickly, the lights going out and the curtains being raised. The Opera was called "Watersmeede". The Opera began with a handsome 13-year-old looking boy, standing on stage in 15'Th century period underwear, and singing his heart out. The boy really was probably 19 or so, but he played the part well. He was a tabby Catling, and had a handsome beauty.

The boy sang about his troubles, he sang that his father, King of his lands, wanted his son the prince to marry a girl from a neighboring land, so that the two lands would come together in peace. But, the boy had a lover...and was gay too. He loved his pauper of a brother, his younger brother. His brother, born of a different mother, was unknown to the father, but both of the brothers were so alike in their look.

At that time, through a window on the set, the brother arrived. He looked almost identical to the other. The pair entwined, and made love on the stage for what seemed like a solid hour, while singing. It made Neil and I so hot that our hands found each other's groins...and lent a helping hand. Apparently many other couples were doing the same thing, pulling out the other's hot throbber and doing anything from a simple hand job to a full-blown 69. Neil and I, just played. It was a cozy little exploration of each other, and by no means a dirty act. I didn't look, but I felt. His cock was not as long as I would have expected, but was a little fat. It was just perfect in my opinion. His hand was so gentle on my own meat, and so slow. It was as if his hand wanted to memorize every single cell of my member.

When the sex on stage had finished, we all pulled back and sat normal again. The males on stage then went back to acting. The pauper brother suggested that they trade places, and then the pauper brother would commit suicide, creating the image of his death, so the real prince could run away. Obviously, it was a sad ending to the first act.

The second act went as fluid as I had ever seen a play. A new actor replaced the boyish male, one about 30 in age. They looked identical, or at least like they had to be related offstage. The new male sang a tale about how he ran from his home, and joined an acting guild. He learned how to act, and how to strip for the audiences. He fell in love with a male from his guild, who when he confessed his story to, agreed to do whatever was in his power to help him reclaim the throne. After 2 more erotic entanglements, the Prince returns, slays his father, and becomes a hero. The audience was on its feet when it was over.

When the bows were done, and the curtain lowered, Neil gave me a present. He slipped me a card that read "Back Stage Access". I threw my arms around him and kissed him. He told me that he would be waiting out in the lobby, and for me to have fun meeting the actors.

A large "bubba" type of stagehand showed me to the dressing room. Inside, sitting in a pair of director's chairs, were the stars of the play. They were sitting, reclined, naked, and fondling each other. The age difference was kind of hard to ignore, as well as the definite family resemblance. The pair opened their eyes, and smiled.

"Well, we seem to have a visitor Uncle." Said the young one.

"Perhaps we have disturbed him Nephew." The elder said with a sigh. So they were related. Hmm...nothing that bothered me.

"Aw come on, that doesn't bother me. Love is love, fuck who or what you want." I said.

"Hear hear!" Said the boyish one.

"So, you are here to meet us I daresay," Began the older of the two. "Did you enjoy our play?"

I nodded and smiled. "Yeah, that was awesome. Who was that other kid though?"

The pair giggled, and increased the speed of their hand jobs. It was odd seeing it from my point of view; it was so natural...so normal...should I have really Ben disturbed?

"That was my cousin," Said the younger one. "His son. The other adult was my father."

"So I suppose that this is a 'family affair'?" I said, making a pun.

The older male sighed. "Joke all you want. We get enough flack for our incestuous ways from the community." He droned.

"Oh no. I don't mind at all. I encourage you two to have fun. If your family loves one another that much, by all means indulge!"

The two nodded and then held up a hand for a moment of silence. The two pawed faster and faster. The young one moaned in pleasure, as his body seized, and he gave a great spattering of semen all over his body. The uncle, in a not quite so grand display, shot a few thick ropes onto his leg and nephew's hand. They sighed, and then looked at me. The boyish one licked his hand clean, as did his uncle. The thing was, it seemed like they recognized me from somewhere.

"Hey...I know you." Said the younger one

"Yes, he does seem familiar." Said the older one. "Is he one of our regulars?"

"No Uncle, he's Ne-ne!" He said with excitement. I blushed under my fur...recognition always made me blush.

"Really? I knew he was familiar. Sir, we indulge ourselves to your movies all the time!" He said with affirmation.

"Well thank you?" I said, not quite sure weather that was a compliment or not. They both gave me hand gestures to assure me they meant no insult.

"Oh don't fear; we enjoy your work. Tell us what you think about it." Said the younger one.

I swallowed and smiled, regaining my composure. "Well, it isn't easy, I'll tell you that. It's rather difficult to make those movies. I like it though."

The younger one nodded and said in a quiet voice. "But not as hard as what we do."

I was taken back; I tilted my head and looked at him. "What do you mean by that?"

The Uncle interjected, as he grabbed some towels to clean up the remainder of their spunk. "I think he means, that by being onstage during the act of sex, it makes it more difficult. You sir, have the glory of the camera and film. If you make a mistake during sex, you can re-shoot. With us, if we make a mistake, over 2,000 people see it, and it can become quite difficult to come back from it." He said calmly.

At first I was going to argue, but then I thought about it. It was harder for him. I could recall a couple of times when I had seen or made a mistake back at the studio. Poor Jeice, when we were filming "After Class" (An adult version of the Breakfast Club with all-males), he had gone limp mid scene and couldn't get it up again. He felt so bad that he ran off to my trailer in tears. Another instance I witnessed was when a male by the name of Brandon, had the rigging of his S&M equipment break mid shoot, dropping him to the floor. With me, I had once ejaculated prematurely, and derailed (or had my penis become dislodged from the anus mid-hump).

"When you put it that way I agree." I said calmly.

"No to impugn on your work of course, I would never dare try the camera."

There was a few moments silence, before I extended my hand.

"Renee Morningstar."

The younger one took it, and smiled. "Charmaigne." He said. His name sounded like shar-mane, almost French. After shaking his hand I moved to the Uncle.

"Gillroy at your service." He said pleasantly after shaking hands.

"Glad to meet you." I said cheerfully. "I could never really say I've had friends in the Erotic Theatre before."

Charmaigne laughed. "Well, now you do. You have my friendship, and my uncle's. I guarantee you that my father and my cousin will follow suit as well."

"Thanks!" I said grinning. Gillroy looked deep in thought. He then smiled and said,

"I knew I knew that name from somewhere." He said as he reached behind his nephew and produced a copy of the newspaper. There, highlighted in yellow, was my want-add. I had never seen it, but I remember what it said:

ROOMMATE WANTED

Roommate wanted for semi-perm or perm basis.

· Must be comfortable living in an all-gay environment

· Must have a paying job within 2 weeks of moving in

· Must be a reliable and trustworthy individual

To apply to become a roommate, Contact Renee Morningstar at (830) 941-1755, or apply in person at: The Churchill Estates, 2020 Wilshire Blvd, Los Angles California.

"That's my want-add." I observed.

"Correct." Said Gillroy. "We were quite interested in you when we read it."

"Well, what about if I can ask?"

Charmaigne purred, and stood out of his chair. He slunk his way over to me and kissed my chest once...it was so sexy...but I wanted Neil and not this boy.

"We would like to know if you want a roommate."

"You?" I asked

"No...not that I wouldn't mind a little cross-training." He said as he flirtatiously spooned his body to mine. He had to be 16...he had to be. If we were on the streets, I could have been arrested for child molestation. He reached around me and gripped at my ass. Oh how the gods were teasing me, I hadn't cum yet, and here was this delectable little morsel right under my lips; it wasn't fair!

"Well who do you have in mind?" I asked. Just then Charmaigne slid down to his knees and began to nuzzle my groin, purring in affection. I blushed, and accepted it. The uncle then grabbed a card off of the table and wrote a number on it. He then handed it to me.

"His name's Sparky. Give him a call. We need him out of our house yesterday." He said softly. I swallowed and began to pet the boy, my lust growing.

"Why? Is there something wrong with him?" I asked. The uncle, worried that I might say something along these lines, held his hands up and shook his head.

"No, nothing like that. He is just, miserable. All he really does is just hide out at our mansion, and he never wants to leave. He's kind of a celebrity, and he has received a lot of bad publicity lately. He can't take it like we can. Anyway, my beloved family can't stay at that mansion forever, because we are going on a new tour with a new production soon, and the demand for this incestuous family is through the roof. All I can ask is that you consider giving him a call...and my nephew there will give you some incentive."

Without much warning, my pants were pulled down, and my foxhood sprung out and into the mouth of the boy. I swallowed hard and gave out a noise of surprise and pleasure. I was getting my cock sucked by a minor...I held my face...the pleasure was good. No...I couldn't. I pulled my cock back, and smiled, and patted the boy.

"Whoa...going a little too fast there. Look, it's not that I don't appreciate it, I just kind of want to leave this to my boyfriend to do, alright?" I asked.

Charmaigne pouted and walked back to his chair. "I always wanted to give my idol the biggest pleasure of his life." He sighed.

"Maybe another time."

Gillroy stood and shook my hand as he escorted me to the door while I pulled my pants up. "Consider Sparky, will you?"

"I'll think about it. Thank you." I said as I left.

After the play, Neil and I had a long and relaxing dinner at a fancy restaurant across town. I had never had lobster at that point, and to be honest, thought it was a waste of $60 dollars to find out I didn't like lobster at all. Neil had a great sense of humor about it, and paid the restaurant double to make me a fried shrimp cocktail. Now that I loved. The hours went by, and the sun went down. We walked all the way home.

Neil and I were on cloud nine as we walked through the park next to my apartments. We were holding hands, and discussing the play. I loved Neil's intelligence. He had the kind of smarts that I could have only dreamed of. He was also witty, and funny to boot.

"...And I thought the fat chief could have been cast better, it's like they wanted big and dumb rather than just fat and funny." He said.

"I agree." I said as I gave his hand a squeeze. He squeezed me back.

"Hey, I don't mean to pry, but tell me honestly; do you love me?" He asked, as we stood by the lake in the middle of the park. I looked out at the lake, and he looked at me. I smiled and kissed his lips once and said,

"Yes, and If I have to strip naked to prove it I will."

"Oh well..." He said in a flustered tone.

"What? Need me to prove it?" I said.

"Um...err..." He stammered. The look in his eyes said yes, but the rest of him said no that I should keep my clothes on. I grinned, and performed the fastest striptease anyone has ever seen. Fortunately the park was deserted, but Neil was pleasantly shocked. I did a few prances around him as he blushed so deeply under is fur.

"HEY YOU!" Someone screamed.

"Meep." I muttered as I grabbed my pants and left the rest of my clothes and broke into a run. I ducked behind some bushes with Neil as a cop came running by. He stood there with his hand on his gun muttering as he went for his flashlight. I was still naked, and Neil was scared shitless. I told him to be calm.

"I know yer in there!" The police officer bellowed. I slipped on my pants and waited. With luck, the police officer wasn't there for long. A set of kids had just thrown someone in the lake. He ran over, and gave us the perfect chance to escape. We both ran all the way to my apartment, and all the way up to the top floor. When we reached my door, he grabbed my waist and thrust his lips to mine. I kissed his back as violently and aggressively as I could, pulling him to lay on top of me in the doorway. He was moaning, he must not of had something like this in a while. I reached down and groped at him, it was a similar angry/love groping session to the one Rowdy and I had.

I lost myself in Neil's love. Every once in a while he would break the kiss and mutter, "I love you" as we did so. However, before we went much further, I heard an annoying yet familiar cough.

"Renee...Neil...would you mind not fornicating in the hallway, I find your behavior disturbing and offensive." Said Mr. Fletcher.

"Bugger off you git." Neil barked, making Fletcher jump.

"I insist you cease and desist otherwise I am calling the police."

"Are you deaf, or brain-dead? Bugger off!" I growled ferociously from under Neil. With my free foot, I scooted us in and kicked the door in his face. I swore I heard something break as he moaned his way down the hallway.

Neil and I went back to our love-play, kissing and loving the other like mad. No sex was made, but who needed it? Apparently roundabouts the same time I ejaculated in my pants from the dry humping so did he. We hugged tight, but unfortunately he had to go.

"Don't worry my sweet Renee, we'll have plenty more dates in the future."

"I certainly hope so."

"Pleasant dreams." He said as he kissed me goodnight, and left me to ponder the fact that I really did run around naked. Look out Lady Gadiver, there's a new lover in town!