1. Noises Upstairs


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

    see me. He reached the bottom of the stairs and headed into the bathroom that I had intended to use. Light from a street lamp leaked into the house. In the faint glow I could see that he was naked and had long, dark hair. My heart beat fast, blood pulsed in my throat, and the adrenaline pouring into my veins made me start shaking. I was naked too, but the guy had still not seen me. As he put his hand on the door knob to the bathroom, I yelled in a full-throated roar, not a scream, but a panicked, inarticulate "Arghhh!". The guy dropped instantly into a crouch. He raised his hands in defense and gave out a series of yelps, "Haa! Haa! Haa!..." It took a second or two for me to realize that he was more frightened than I was. In a flash it came to me that he was not a burglar and had no weapons. What burglar breaks into houses naked? This stranger must have been living in my house on the top floor. It was him I had heard moving around every night. "What! What are you doing in my house?" I hissed. "Sorry, sorry, ... sorry!" he said in a quivering whisper. The fear in his voice was clear and I switched from defensive to offensive mode. "What the fuck are you doing in MY house??" I yelled. He crouched lower with both hands on the floor. If he sprang up he could either attack me or dive down the back stairs into the kitchen and escape. He hesitated and seemed not to be able to decide what to do. I was bent forward with a hand on the wall, but not down on the floor as he was. There ...
    was a pause between us and I noticed that my skin glowed white in the street lamp light. He was a darker figure and his skin appeared chestnut, and his eyes were very dark. They fixed on me. His chest was heaving, gulping air. Without yelling this time, I asked with a tremble in my voice, "What are you doing in my house?" He did not speak for several seconds. Then he said in an accented voice, "I have lived here for many months." "What?" "I live upstairs, under the roof. I have no where else to live. Is this your house now?" I raised my voice,"Fuck yeah! It's my house. What do you mean 'under the roof'?" He did not answer for a few breaths then said, "I will leave. Right away." And he rose slowly from the crouch. His hands came up, palms forward as a defensive sign to hold me off. "I will leave now. Will get my things." He stuttered and cautiously inched toward the stairs. It was all so bizarre. The adrenaline in my veins was waning. This guy was no threat. He was frightened. He wanted to run. And he was naked. I also noticed he had a muscular, slender body. "Uh, wait!" I barked, startling both of us again. "Wait. What's going on here?" I asked. He paused with his hands on the banister, about to dash upstairs. "No, seriously. Stop. Wait. Don't run. What are you doing here?" I blurted out. He froze again and looked at me with a puzzled tilt of the head. "I have lived in this empty house. You are here, so I will leave now. Very sorry." Now I was just getting fucking curious. "You ...
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