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			The Shy Roommate's Revenge
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Having a roommate was nothing like I'd always fantasized it would
be. I'd imagined that a straight guy, as Billy apparently was, would
have no reason to be self-conscious about lounging around the
apartment in, say, his boxer shorts, and wouldn't care if his roommate
was around. I'd always imagined roommates relaxing with each other,
shirtless or in their underwear, not fully clothed. Maybe I wouldn't
have been so naive if I'd experienced the reality of dorm life in
college, but I had lived at home and commuted to school. Now I had a
job and could afford to move out, but I still couldn't afford my own
apartment on top of the student loan payments. So, last January, six
months ago, I'd found Billy's classified ad under "Apartments to
Share." One bedroom, one bath, but that suited me fine -- both my
wallet and my romantic preconceptions about roommate intimacy.

Billy seemed to be a nice guy. We didn't exactly become instant
buddies the way I'd assumed we automatically would, but we got along
pretty well. But to my secret disappointment, he was every bit as
uptight about modesty as I'd been raised to be. I had never seen him
less than fully dressed. Considering that we shared a bedroom, that
could only have happened because we both went way out of our way to
avoid it. We'd placed some bookcases back to back between our beds,
and we undressed for bed while sitting on our beds, shielded from each
other's view. I'd often seen him crossing the room in the middle of
the night on the way to the bathroom, with just enough light to
suggest that he slept in boxers and a white undershirt. But in the
morning he'd get dressed, right down to his shoes, before he'd even
take a piss. I did the same.

I think I would have loosened up if he'd been casual about stripping
in front of me. I really longed for the unguarded intimacy I imagined
most roommates had with each other in the privacy of their
apartments. Nothing sexual, you understand. Just two guys hanging out
together. Hanging out of their underwear ... I mean hanging out *in*
their underwear. Oh, who am I fooling? It would've been hot! I found
Billy attractive even fully dressed, with his blue eyes, his spiky
black hair, his crooked smile, his warm laugh. The mere thought of him
sprawled out shirtless on the couch, a beer in one hand and the remote
in the other, with his bare feet propped up on my coffee table,
wearing nothing but his boxers, was enough to cause a tent in my own
shorts as I undressed, shielded by the bookcases and cloaked in
darkness.

Given how little privacy the tiny apartment offered, I guess it was
inevitable that sooner or later one of us would glimpse something. One
day in May, I accidentally walked in on him when he was totally
naked. And yes, it really was an accident. He'd left the bathroom door
ajar and I didn't know he was in there. I'd come home just after he'd
turned the shower off, apparently. He was toweling his legs off. He
had his back to me, but just as I was hastily backing out, he glanced
over his shoulder. I was sure he'd seen me. "Sorry about that, man," I
mumbled in the general direction of the far wall of our bedroom.

"What?" he called.

So I stuck my head in to say, "I said: Sorry, man, I didn't know you
were in here." This time I got a side view. He hastily pulled the
towel up to cover his crotch and glared at me. I got a glimpse of a
muscular shoulder with some kind of tattoo before I fled, banging my
own shoulder on the door frame in my unorderly retreat.

The rest of the day, he didn't say anything about it, not then and not
later that day, so I figured it wasn't all that big deal for him. It
wouldn't have been, for some guys.

It was sort of a big deal for me, though. I couldn't stop thinking
about it all day. And then, that night, for some reason I decided to
sleep bare-chested for the first time, like a lot of guys do. After we
each got undressed in the dark and climbed into bed, on a whim I
peeled off my T-shirt and tossed it on the floor. I know that doesn't
sound like a big thing, but it actually kept me awake for an hour,
rock hard, just thinking about my roommate sleeping right across the
room from me, and how I was wearing nothing but my boxers underneath
the covers. That's how pathetic I was.

The thing is, Billy actually noticed. He got up first, since I always
sleep in on Saturdays, and I awoke to find him standing near the foot
of my bed, already fully dressed.

"Morning, Billy," I drawled sleepily.

"Morning, Norm," he said casually. Then he asked, "You're not wearing
a T-shirt, are you?"

I was surprised he'd noticed, let alone cared. The blanket was drawn
almost all the way up to my chin, exposing only part of a bare
shoulder. "Could be," I said, lacing my hands behind my head -- but
carefully, so as not to dislodge the blanket.

He walked to the side of my bed and loomed over me. To my amazement,
he took edge of the blanket between his fingers and drew it down. Just
enough to expose one armpit.

"What else aren't you wearing?" he asked teasingly.

"None of your business," I replied in the same spirit. My voice
sounded husky, but hopefully he would put that down to the effect of
just having woken up.

He drew the blanket down a little further, revealing a nipple. I was
unable to speak. As he slowly pulled it down to mid-chest level, I
drew in a ragged breath, imagining those fingers stroking the flesh he
had just exposed. But I felt only the brush of the blanket softly
sliding over my bare skin. He was careful not to touch me, though his
eyes avidly raked over my chest.

"If I yank it off," he continued in the same teasing tone, "would I
find you're not wearing anything underneath?"

"Try it and find out," I challenged. It was a bluff. I'd be mortified
if he did. I was in fact still wearing my boxer shorts -- but I could
feel my erection poking right through the fly. It was even tenting the
blanket a little. Maybe I could pretend it was just a routine morning
hard-on.

Fortunately, Bill got embarrassed and backed off. "Um, by the way, I'm
going for a drive in the woods this afternoon with some buddies of
mine." He fidgeted with the edge of my blanket. "Want to come?"

"Sure," I said, a little surprised. We'd never done stuff together
outside the apartment before.

"It's almost 11, so, um... get dressed. Not sure exactly when they're
getting here."

I waited for him to leave the bedroom -- and for my erection to subside
a little -- before getting up and getting dressed. I picked out a
comfortable gray T-shirt and long pants. Shucking my boxers from the
previous day, I tucked my half-erect cock into a pair of white briefs,
hoping the erection would be less obvious, supported like that. At
this rate, it wasn't going to go away all day.

I knew some of Billy's friends by this point, the ones who visited
regularly, but I'd only met Antonio once before, at a party Billy had
thrown at our apartment, and I only remembered him because he was a
head taller than any other guy at the party, with muscles to
match. I'd never met Jack, who was just as tall and even beefier. Next
to the two of them, my roommate and I looked totally wimpy. And while
I wasn't the most muscular guy in the world, I wasn't especially
scrawny, and certainly Billy wasn't -- as far as I could tell under his
loose shirt, and from that one forbidden glimpse of him half-naked.

We drove a few miles out of town, with Billy driving, me in the
passenger seat, and Antonio and Jack crammed into the back seat, their
broad shoulders almost touching. There wasn't much conversation, and
in hindsight I realize there was an undercurrent of anticipation and
some suppressed grins.

Billy pulled over in the middle of nowhere and we hiked into the woods
on an overgrown trail. At the first little clearing we came to, Billy
said, "Okay, guys, this is as good a spot as any."

"For what?" I asked.

Instead of answering, Billy folded his arms and asked me, "What was
that all about, yesterday?"

"What do you mean?" I hadn't forgotten the bathroom incident for one
second, but I assumed he had. I was wrong.

"You know damn well what I mean. Checking out my ass like that."

"What?! That was an honest mistake, man. I didn't know you were --"

"Yeah, right. I've seen the way you've been looking at me, ever since
you moved in."

I glanced apprehesively at the two huge guys flanking me. "Are you
going to have your friends beat the crap out of me?"

"Nothing like that," he assured me. "Just some simple payback."

"Payback?" I echoed. "What kind of--"

"Strip him!" he ordered.

Antonio and Jack grabbed my arms. With his free hand, Antonio grabbed
a fistful of my shirtfront and tugged the shirt out of my pants. Jack
fumbled left-handed with my belt buckle, but Billy stopped him. "On
second thought, I want to do it myself." Billy gave my exposed belly a
playful slap and pulled my shirt up as Antonio let go.

"You can let him go," Billy told his brawny buddies. "He's not going
anywhere." They let go of my arms, and he pulled my shirt over my head
and tossed it into the trees.

"I can see he'll be easy enough to handle," Antonio said, squeezing my
biceps and looking me over as though to compare my muscles against the
much more impressive ones I could see bulging under his shirt, "but
any chance he can outrun us?"

"Not without his shoes," Billy said. Antonio took the cue and wrapped
his arms around my chest from behind while Billy picked up my feet and
tugged off my shoes, tossing each one into a different bush. Then he
peeled off my socks, wadded them up, and threw them in a third
direction. The pine needles felt rough against my feet, but not as
rough as Antonio's callused hands on my bare chest.

As Antonio released me, I quickly adjusted my rapidly growing cock so
that it was pointing straight up instead of uncomfortably tenting my
pants. Still, I'm sure they could all see the bulge under my briefs
after Billy unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and unzipped the
fly.

I probably should have made some kind of token struggle despite the
hopeless odds. At the very least I should have protested, made some
show of bravado. Instead, I just stood there and let Billy strip me as
his buddies watched.

"Let's see him run away with his pants around his ankles," Billy
crowed.

Now that he had me down to my briefs, he hooked a finger into the
elastic waistband and pulled it way out, peering into them before
letting the elastic snap painfully back. "I knew it!" he crowed. "He's
enjoying this."

"You wish," Jack scoffed.

"No, really. Check it out." He yanked my briefs down, and my erect
cock flopped down, fully exposed to their view. I stared straight
ahead, unwilling to meet their eyes.

Billy finished stripping me naked, then threw my pants in one
direction and my briefs in another. I had to hunt around in the
undergrowth, totally naked, to find my clothes again. Then I had to
endure ten minutes of slapping, grabbing, and tickling before I could
get my clothes back on.

I spent the ride back wedged in between Antonio and Jack in the back
seat, with my shirt pulled over my head, my arms trapped behind their
backs, and no room to even squirm as they pinched my nipples and
tickled the exposed skin between my ribs. It was the most humiliating
day of my life. I enjoyed every minute of it.

And no, I didn't move out. Billy and I went on pretty much they way we
had before, maybe a little friendlier if anything, and more careful
than ever about got getting undressed in front of each other. We
didn't mention the incident after that day. They all shook my hand
after they let me out of the car, and said they hoped there would be
no "hard feelings." The only hard feelings I experienced were the
physical kind that they'd all seen, to their great amusement. I like
to think I detected a little envy mixed in, at my size.

I bided my time until I saw a perfect chance for payback. It was early
August, and Billy had decided to lie out on patio on the iron lounge
chair. It was a hot day, and he was clad in uncharacteristically
revealing attire -- a white mesh tank-top and fairly skimpy red nylon
shorts. He feel asleep in the warm summer breezes, with his arms
stretched out above his head. It was actually the first time I'd seen
his armpits: nice hairy ones, looking very vulnerable. Well, I'd see a
lot more than that, soon enough. I got some rope from the tool shed,
and working very slowly and carefully so as not to wake him, I tied
his wrists securely to the iron bars at the top of the chair.

Now I had him right where I wanted him! I could take my time. I
started by lifting the hem of his shirt up, exposing first the wispy
hairs leading down into his red shorts -- I'd follow that trail later --
then his navel, then his smooth and hairless belly, which I stroked
lightly with my fingertips. It was then that he woke up. He looked at
me quizzically. Then his eyes widened as he realized his helpless
situation. He wasn't going anywhere, and his buddies weren't here to
help him. Maybe I'd find a way to get even with Antonio and Jack
later.

"Payback time," I said softly, pushing the shirt up, almost to his
nipples. "Are you ticklish?"

Before I was through, I had to take off one of his socks and stuff it
in his mouth so we wouldn't disturb the neighbors.

				THE END (?)

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