Lovecraft story. Every time I went to bed I looked up at this tentacled beastie. I'd like to think over the two years I lived there we became friend...s. Anyway, I was lying back on the bed, staring at it, sulking about the water damage, when I heard the music start up next door.The walls in the house were pretty thin. One of the reasons I had taken such a shitty room in the first place was that no one was in the room next to it. It was the only one of the eight rooms not to be taken in the. The smell was overwhelming and from it and my crying I felt deeply nauseous.I tried to step out of the underwear without getting any more shit on my jeans but it was useless. In the end I let them fall into my crumpled jeans. I was standing naked and covered in shit from the waist down. I was shivering, my bare feet on the cold bathroom floor. My jeans and underpants in a heap filled with shit. Aunt Fox came back with a large stack of paper towels, but stopped at the stall door as she saw. He turned his head so his mouth was against my ear and hoarsely whispered, “Jack it. Jack me off.” It was a rather awkward position, but I did my damn best to do a good job. I was elated. My mind was swimming. Only my closeness to him allowed me to hear a soft moan come from deep inside. His breathing grew quick and ragged. He threw his head back, hitting me in the chin, and his cock erupted sending warm cum shooting against the course fabric and splattering back onto my fist and his cock.. "Because..." he said. "...I kinda...like you."I blushed. "So...you're gay?" He stood up."Hell no!" he defended. "Of course not! I just...like dudes." His smile gave me chills."So..." I said, staring at his lips. "...you like me?" I mean...I guess so," he answered, sitting next to me again, placing his hand over mine. "But if you tell ANYONE...I will fuck...you...up." I laughed."Don't be rough," I joked. "Cause I don't really like it rough." Shutup," he chuckled, pushing me onto my back. He was.