1. Noises Upstairs


    Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Tyde, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    walked downstairs, fully dressed, and out the front door. I picked up my work again and held it as if reading, but my mind was a jumble. When Scott came down in shorts he stuttered, cried, pleaded and, finally, cursed me because I was dumbly just sitting there, not responding. Eventually, I said, "Scott, look, don't worry about it. I'm going to my office and do some editing." I went, but could not concentrate on anything. I was up until 3:00 am browsing Internet porn and beating off, three times. When I had exhausted all of my tension, I crawled into bed beside Scott. He had changed the sheets. I remember them smelling very clean. A month later, Scott helped me load my car and wished me a somewhat sad farewell. I drove back to Philly and unloaded my stuff into a three-story row home in West Philadelphia. -- PHILLY -- My freelance business had done well while I was in St. Louis. So, when I decided to re-settle back East, I was able to invest in my first home. On the Internet, I found a Victorian-style row home that had been empty for almost three years. The price had dropped progressively since it first went on the market. By the time I was looking to buy, it had fallen into my price range. So, I bought it. The house suffered from being abandoned for so long but it was still livable. I had the utilities turned on and moved in immediately. Since the only things I owned were packed in my car, I would need to get some furniture. At first, though, I simply bought a mattress and ...
    threw it on the floor in the second story bedroom. The mattress on the hardwood floor was comfortable enough, but I did not sleep well the first few days. It was summer and all of the windows were open. During the night, every sound on the street echoed loudly in the empty three-story house. I expected to get used the noises of my new neighborhood, in time, but the first few nights I was often startled out of a good sleep by noises that seemed to come from upstairs. By the fourth night, I believed I could distinguish different types of sounds. Street noises seemed to have a reverberating, echoing quality to them. Yet, there were other night-time noises that still seemed to be coming from inside the house, from upstairs. These sounds started after mid-night and appeared for all the world as if someone was moving around above -- perhaps in the attic. Squirrels. I thought it must be squirrels. These old houses had attic vents that squirrels sometimes broke into. I figured I'd have to hire an exterminator. Then one night I discovered it wasn't squirrels at all. -- INTRUDER -- I got up around 4:00 am to take a leak and felt my way in the dark from my bed to the bathroom at the base of the third-floor stairs. It took several seconds for me to realize someone was coming down the stairs as I walked toward the bathroom. The shape was short and a little hunched. It was a person, a guy, and he was tip-toeing but the stairs were old and they creaked. I froze. The guy on the stairs did not ...
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