In The Dark (Cliff's Story)

“Cliff, this is Gray.” Ann, the bubbly innkeeper’s daughter, motioned from me to another young man about my age. “Gray, this is Cliff.” She motioned from him to me. “He’ll be your new roommate.”

I gave a little half smile and nodded my head, but all that it was returned it was a scowl and a grunt. Ann just sighed and shrugged, then left. I fidgeted for a moment, still looking at Gray. He was looking away from me. He wore a tan one piece jumpsuit, that had black smears in places on it. I wondered what kind of work he did. Something manly, I was sure of that. He seemed that type. His jaw line, which was currently clenched in anger, was very masculine. The quick glimpse I had gotten of his eyes, I had seen that they were a very cold blue. His hair was short and blond, mostly obscured underneath a blue hat. He looked pretty tough and mean. I mentally noted to myself that I’d better not get on his bad side

I walked over the bed that Ann had said was mine, and eased my heavy backpack to the floor. I began unpacking a few things from it, when I felt his eyes on me. I chose not to look up, because I knew he would probably just get irritated at me. Gray looked like he could beat me up if he wanted to, and I really was not in the mood for a fight. I just kept my head low, unpacking my things in silence.

The rest of the day was a blur. I was dragged around town, introduced to all kinds of people, shown all kinds of places. I tried to keep smiling the whole time, but it was misery for me. I’m not good with people. They make me feel nervous and uncomfortable. Especially people that want to hear your life story and then tell you theirs. It’s overwhelming. I returned to my room that night exhausted, and I fell asleep quickly.

The next day, I explored a little on my own. I returned to the church that I was shown the day before. Right from the moment I walked in, my heart was set at ease. I’m not religious, but the silence of the place was soothing to my soul. I sat down on the front pew and rested. Carter, the pastor, just nodded at me. We had already been introduced outside of the building yesterday, and I was relieved that he didn’t attempt to join me and start talking. I really am a strange person, because I don’t like being alone, but I don’t like talking either. It was comforting to have Carter standing at the front of his church, smiling to himself happily, yet letting me be.

That evening , I returned to the inn. I had made an arrangement with the innkeeper, Doug, that I would do odd jobs for him in return for room and board, and he had happily agreed. He was getting older, and there was sometimes too much for him and his daughter to handle. I fixed the handrail on the stairs that day, and then sat down for dinner. My roommate joined me, giving me a scowl as he sat down. He seemed in a pretty bad mood for whatever reason, and didn’t say a word, which was just fine with me. I’d hate to try to make small talk with a guy as irritable as this. He shoveled food into his mouth as fast as he could, then stood up with a loud scrape of his chair and stomped up the stairs. I ate slower, finishing my meal several minutes later, then cleared both his and my dishes, taking them to the kitchen and helping Ann wash up.

About an hour later, I returned to my room. As I walked in the door, I caught Gray by surprise. He was changing for bed, just having removed his jumpsuit, and he stood in nothing but his boxers, about to pull a shirt on. I stared at his body for a moment. Just as I had guessed, he was pretty muscular, with firm biceps and a flat stomach. He glared at me, and I quickly looked away and hurried over to my bed, changing with my back turned to him. No, I definitely did not want to get on his bad side.

He clicked off the lamp, and we both climbed into our own beds. I listened to him toss and turn. Every so often, he would sigh in frustration, then turn again. He was definitely mad about something. I lay in silence, trying to fall asleep. However, I couldn’t. I knew what I needed, so being as quiet as I could, I reached into the front pocket of my backpack, which was close to my bed, and fished out a small thing of lube. I reached to the nightstand between us, noting as I turned that way that his back was turned, and got a tissue. I worked my boxers below my hips, squeezed a little in my hand, and started going at it. I was pretty good at doing this quietly, so I was fairly sure that I wouldn’t attract his attention. It felt so good and relaxing to do this before going to sleep. I finally climaxed, being careful not to let any noise escape my mouth, and threw the used tissue in the wastebasket between our beds. I rolled over and went to sleep.

The next evening, we both got in our beds once again. I listened for a moment, and he seemed to have fallen asleep rather quickly. So I didn’t hesitate, lubing up my hand once again and pleasuring myself. In the middle of it, I swore I heard the other bed start to shake, but it must have just been my imagination.

The next night, I did my thing again, and I was sure that time that I heard the other bed shaking, and heard a grunt once or twice. I knew it! He was doing it too! The idea of him touching himself at the same time I did was incredibly arousing, and I fought a moan as I slid my fingers up and down myself, my manhood throbbing and tingling like never before. I exploded quickly and powerfully, and as I cleaned up, I heard the other bed shuddering with creaks and knew that he was climaxing too. I sighed in satisfaction and then fell asleep,

But I wanted to be sure. After we got in bed the following night, I lay still. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but I wanted to see if he was really doing it or if my aroused mind was just imagining things. So I lay in the dark, listening intently for any sign. A long time passed, and I figured that I had been imagining things. But suddenly, I heard Gray make a huffing noise, and then I heard his bed begin to shake. I heard him grunting deeply, and within a few seconds, I was rock hard. I quickly found the lube and slicked myself down, then began pumping. I turned myself on even more by imagining that I was touching him and that he was touching me. Just a few moments later, I heard a muffled cry of pleasure as the other bed squeaked frantically, and I knew that Gray had climaxed. The thought of it was so satisfying, that I released immediately, unable to hold back a groan of pleasure. I fell asleep, satisfied and blissful.

The next day, as I was repairing a chair in the main dining area, Gray stomped in from work. I had learned that he was a blacksmith’s apprentice. My mind immediately wandered to imagining his slightly calloused hands sliding over my body. I shook myself back to reality, and set back to work as he went up the stairs. A few hours later, it was dinner time. He sat across from me, but would not look at me. That was fine with me. I was happy about what happened last night, but it wasn’t like I wanted to sit here and talk about it. I just ate my food, trying to keep from staring at him. I just hoped that maybe we could have some more fun tonight as well.

When night finally fell, we both changed for bed and I turned out the lights. There was no reason to wait anymore, so I pulled my boxers down, lubed my hand up, and began squeezing myself. I was laying on my back, and I was pleased to see that Gray was as well. He was usually turned away from me. I could hear his bed squeaking softly, and I was able to see his hand moving under the sheets. Oh, how I longed to touch him. Once again, I imagined his calloused hands stimulating me, and that spurred me on. Suddenly, I head a pleased cry from the other bed, which shook loudly with the force of his climax. I could just barely see Gray’s face in the moonlight, his eyes tightly closed in ecstasy, and I imagined that I had given him that pleasure. That pushed me over the edge, and I exploded with a low groan. I smiled lazily as I cleaned myself up. Gray was just leaning towards the wastebasket in the middle of our beds, and I saw a surprised look on his face. I quickly averted my eyes, still not sure if he was as into this as I was. I rolled over and went to sleep.