(I wasn't going to make this a series, but I kept getting too many ideas as I was writing. This first chapter's short and focuses more on developing the characters and setting, but I tried to still keep it erotic. And it ends well. So, please be patient with the rest.)

Aahna was desperate for a place to live. At 18, she had been accepted into one of the most prestigious colleges on the east coast. The problem was that tuition was so high, that her parents could not afford that and her room and board. Aahna thought this wouldn't be an issue because she wanted to live off campus anyway.

Finding a decent part time job wasn't an issue, finding cheap rent was. Everything in this town was over $2,000 for studio apartments. In the meantime she was living in an extended stay hotel burning nearly as much cash. She had looked online for roommates, but found nothing.

That was until she saw an ad for a last ditch effort roommate matching site. It was apparently a 501c3 none profit business that specialized in matching special case roommates. Most of the listings were reduced rent in return for taking care of tenants with special conditions.

Several of the tenants were paraplegics that couldn't afford a live in nurse to bath and change them. Some had extreme cases of turrets who would scream out foul language randomly during the night. There were even a schizophrenic or two that you had to make sure took their medication.

Aahna had always been known to have a big compassionate heart, and wanted to help these people, but she felt intimidated by the task as well. If she were completely honest, the idea of rooming with a schizophrenic scared her. It probably wouldn't be as bad as she had played up in her mind, but she didn't want to risk it. She figured the turrets individuals would fry her nerves even more than school.

She was willing to take care of a paraplegic, but with her small frame, she didn't think she would have the strength required to lift and move the individual. In fact, all of those listings had a requirement that the individual would need to be able to lift 150 pounds. Aahna struggled with a couple bags of groceries, so she couldn't imagine picking up a person.

She was about to give up on this website, when one last listing caught her eye. It was a bit unusual for this site. It said 24 year old male nudist with HTD. She had never heard of HTD. The nudist part, especially one of the opposite sex, was a little weird for her, but she thought she could handle that. The part of India she was from was actually very progressive on the idea of nudity. It wasn't unusual to see billboards with topless women on them.

She clicked on his profile to read more. "Name: Mike. 24 year old white male, none smoker. Works from home due to disorder. Prefers to be nude because of the complication of his HTD. Must be OK with male nudity and not squeamish around normal male biological functions. HTD is..." The profile cut off right there for some reason.

She tried to Google HTD, but only got some John Hancock stock exchange thing, and something about home theaters. She thought about calling for more information, but then saw the rent, free. She could handle just about anything for free room. So, she created an account and signed up to be Mike's roommate.

A couple days later she was at the door of the apartment with her backpack and suit case. She knocked on the door and waited.

When Mike got the notification that he finally had a roommate, he was ecstatic. The last roommate hadn't worked out. They left within a week, and he hadn't had a roommate in the last two years. The fact that a woman wanted to be his roommate really surprised him, considering the circumstances.

He heard a knock on the door, peeked through his peephole and saw a beautiful slender east Indian woman with long black hair and thick hipster glasses. She was wearing a v-neck t shirt and short jean shorts. He had to close his eyes and breath to not get too excited.

He flung the door open and exclaimed, "Hi, you must be Aahna!"

Her eyes went wide as saucers when she saw Mike. She knew he was a nudist because of his condition, but she thought he might of at least wore something to meet her at the door. It wasn't just his nudity that surprised her though. He was ripped and gorgeous.

Then he surprised her even more by stepping forward and giving her a big hug. She didn't get the sense that this guy was a pervert, just overly friendly and didn't have much human contact. Having his strong arms around her, and his 6 inch flaccid penis pressed against her naked thigh couldn't help but make her feel like the pervert because of the thoughts running through her mind.

"That's me." She said awkwardly as she wrapped her arms around him to return the hug. It took all her will power not to let her hands slide down to his butt.

They released and he invited her inside. They sat down in his living room in chairs facing each other. Mike was trying not to stair at her smooth tan legs, and Aahna was trying not to stair at the one eyed monster looking at her.

"You know, I'm surprised you were willing to be my roommate considering my condition."

"About that, I couldn't find anything about HTD online. What is it?"

Mike blanched, "Didn't you read the description I left on my profile?"

"I started to, but it cut off mid sentence."

Mike looked puzzled and picked up his phone. "I'm sorry, I guess I hit some kind of word limit and it cut off the last part of my description after I submitted it."

"That's OK, but what is HTD."

"It's Hyperactive Testes Disorder. Basically, my testicles produce WAY to much sperm. And I mean a lot. So much that I cum every couple hours, more frequently if I get excited by something. It's like a wet dream while you're still awake."

This description surprised Aahna. "Wow. I've never heard of that. That sounds like it would be great, but I can understand how it would be an issue."

A dark look came across Mike's face. "Yea, honestly, the only reason I was looking for a roommate was for the companionship. I can't leave the house because I'll cream my pants if I see something too hot."

"Really?" Aahna leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. "What kind of things set you off?" Before Mike could answer, she saw his eyes dart to her legs, and he started growing.

"Sorry, excuse me a minute." He got up and left the room.

A few seconds later she heard a decently loud splash of water, followed by another, and another, and another. About ten splashes in all. Aahna was curious if he really just came that fast and that much. When he reentered the room, his erection was gone and he sat back down.

"Sorry about that."

Aahna saw a small bead of left over cum swell up out of his tip. "Did you just cum from me crossing my legs?"

Mike looked ashamed. "I'm sorry. Remember, I don't get out much. I've tried to desensitize myself with porn, but it's completely different when you have an actual person in front of you. Please don't be you offended?" His eyes were pleadingly apologetic.

"Offended? Of course not. I mean, to be completely honest, I'm a bit flattered. I've never had a guy cum simply from looking at my legs." Mike relaxed after hearing that. "So, is there no treatment for this?"

"There is, but it has even worse side affects."

"Really like what?"

"The pill they used to give me suppresses my testosterone and mood. Which sends me spiraling into a deep depression. I end up contemplating suicide in my bed all day."

"Oh no, that's horrible. No wonder you don't take it."

Conversation stalled there for a second. "So, what do you do for a living?" Aahna asked.

"A couple things actually. I'm a software engineer, an online fitness coach, musician, and writer."

"Wow. That's a lot."

"Well, when you can't leave the house, you have to do something to keep busy."

"Do you mind if I ask how much you make from all of that?"

"Not at all, Software engineer about $78,000 a year, Fitness couch $35,000, Musician, $30,000, and writer about $100,000 a year."

Aahna was floored, she quickly did the math in her head. "You make nearly 250,000 dollars a year? With that much money, why do you need a roommate?"

"Well, I funnel a lot of that into research for my condition. Its super rare, so not many people are working on it. And I want a roommate because I'm lonely here all by myself. I'm an extreme extrovert. The only people I ever see are delivery drivers and my researchers that come to do experiments a couple times a month."

"I'm so sorry. I'm an extrovert too, so I can understand how much that must kill you. I'd be happy to keep you company."

"Great." Said Mike, standing up. "I'll show you to your room then."

Aahna smiled, leaned forward, and stood up. When she leaned forward though, her v-neck shirt swung a little low, and Mike got a glimpse of cleavage. Aahna's small pert breasts didn't create much, but it was still enough to sat Mike off. He ran out of the room and Aahna heard a door slam.

Suddenly, she heard Mike groan and several splatters hitting what sounded like a tile wall. Aahna wasn't sure what to do, so she stood there until he returned.

"I wouldn't recommend using the bathroom until I've had a chance to clean it." Aahna was intensely curious how much of a mess he could have actually made, but said nothing.

The hall left the living room and there were four doors along it. "This first door on the right is my gym, you're welcome to use anything in there. The door on the left at the end of the hall is my bedroom. The door beside it straight ahead is the bathroom, and the door to the right is your bedroom." He opened the door to a plain room that was quite large for an apartment. It had a full bed, a four foot tall mirror on the wall, and a dresser. "It might not be much, but I'm sure you can make something nice out of it with your stipend."

"I'm sorry, stipend?"

"Oh yea, that part of the profile got cut off. Well, living with me can be really difficult, so part of the arrangement is that I will pay you a $300 a month stipend for you to spend on whatever you want for the apartment. To be completely honest, it is also to cover any cleaning costs you me incur from my sperm."

"OH." Was all Aahna could say. She was really getting curious about how much he came.

"Well, It's getting late. So, I'll let you get to bed."

As soon as Mike closed the door Aahna stripped off her shorts and shirt. She looked at her petite frame in the mirror. Her underwear wasn't that sexy, but she couldn't help but feel a little pride in making Mike cum twice. She bent over and puffed up her chest to accentuate her small cleavage in the mirror.

Finally, she pulled her bra off and pinched and teased her nipples. That was when she noticed the wet spot on her panties. Mike wasn't the only one that got turned on.

Aahna started to unpack but then noticed her book. She loved raunchy supernatural romance novels, and this was by her favorite author, Seth Titus Hill. She grabbed the book and a baggy t shirt to sleep in, and climbed in bed. As she read her smut, she mindlessly teased her nipple under her shirt.

Her breath steadily got faster as she imagined her and Mike as the couple in the book. She dropped her book and snaked the hand that had been holding it into her panties. She drew circles on her clit with her middle finger as her other hand continued to play with her nipple. Finally, she let a finger slip into her pussy and she penetrated in and out of herself quickly.

She imagined Mike spraying her naked body with his cum. In her imagination it came out like a fire hose. He had to restrain herself from moaning for fear that Mike would hear. Suddenly, she flipped onto her stomach, pulled her pillow down between her legs and began dry humping it.

Aahna sat up and imagined she was riding Mike cowgirl style. She stripped off the shirt, groped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She couldn't take it anymore and she started moaning. Seconds latter, every muscle in her body tightened up and she orgasmed hard. Her release was so intense that she blacked out and landed peacefully on her other pillow.

When she awoke the next morning she thought about was she fantasized last night. She had never been into bukake, why was she imagining it now. These thoughts started to pull her back into another fantasy, but then she realized she was late for school.

(To be continued.)