My first reaction was that my friend Albert had somehow snuck into my room, because me and Al - well, let's just say that we're good friends who from time to time become rather intimate. It was a sound I knew quite well, having spent a considerable portion of my 18 years engaged in that very same activity.
Along with the movements the man was making, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of skin flogging skin. I had been terrified - so scared that instead of screaming I just stayed there on my back in the bed, pretending to be asleep and praying that whoever it was would simply take what they wanted and go away without hurting me.įrom the shadows that night, I could see the shape of a man, and as my mind cleared what was going on made more and more sense. The week before that, I had been very much asleep when the nighttime visitor woke me up. Last time I had pretty much given up and had just drifted off to sleep, only to awaken when the sheet came down off of my body. Unlike last Saturday night, I was planning on being wide awake when and if my bedroom door opened up and my weekly nocturnal visitor appeared. This story contains both homosexual and incestuous subject matter.