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Landlord
cajuncock
I sat alone in my rented room in the basement. I'd foun the room on the bulletin board at the YMCA shortly after I arrived to start my new job. I was lucky to find the place. It was a short bus ride from work and decently furnished. My landlord was a single guy, a lawyer. He'd only bought the townhouse 6 months ago and needed a renter to help pay the bills. I suspected that he might be gay since he had not had any visitors -male or female in the past 6 weeks that I'd lived here. There was a stairway in the back of my little studio that led to teh shared laundrty facilities. I'd often caught sight of him coming down with his laundry. On laundry days he usually wore a t shirt and an old pair of gym shorts. He'd normally stop by after putting his laundry in the wash to talk and check on me. I'd always offer him coffee and chat. Since my space was small having just a futon , a small dinette set and a clud style chair, he'd sit inthe chair while I lounged on the open futon. On laundry day I couldnt help but notice that he went commando. I could see his cock and ball hanging out of the leg of the shorts.
Now let me describe my landlord, Brett. He was in hisearly 30s, with bright green eyes, and a nice, gym toned body. His sandy brown hair extended down his chest hidden only by the cut off t shirts he liked to wear around the house. He was about 6'4, a good 5 inches taller than me. I'd guess from his toned body that he was about 175 lbs. His social life seemed to be limited to work events. When I first moved in he invited me to join him at the gym as his guest. After a few visits decided to join. We becae regular workout buddies, going twice a week. Since the Y's showers had indidual shower stalls I did not get to see hm naked. We had what I'd call a casual but not close relationship. Since I was new in town, and also newly aware of my gay side, I searched the net to find places where I could meet othr gay men. My luck was not great. I managed to hook up with only three men in the first few months living here. I only brought 2 of them back to my place. Both were quick fucks. They were there to get their rocks off and then leave. I considered myself in the bathroom mirror. I was plain, shy, mousy brown hair, dark rimmed glasses, and a so so body. If you sawmeina bar you'd probably think that i blened into the wall.
On one laundry day, as usual, I invited Brett in for coffee. While I prepared the coffee, Brett went to sit. When I walked in I found him laying on the opened futon. I could make out a semi-hard cock that hung out of the leg of his gym shorts. I ignored it as I gave him the cup of coffee. He smiled saying "Thanks, I noticed that you don't seem to have many visitors or friends." I replied that being new in town I found it hard to make friends. He told me that he understood. I decided to change the subject to his work. He offered some details of his typical day. But then he shifted the conversation back to my social life. While we talked, he'd casually shift his position so that more of his nut sack and cock head came into view. I felt myself, despite my own efforts to remain calm, getting hard in my cut offs. He gave me a smirking smile when I shifted around to hide my hardness. Finally, he set his cup on the side table, looked at me saying "Do I make you uncomfotable? Or is it something else?"I know I blushed as I mumbled trying to verbalize a response. He stood and walked over to the chair his stiffness pushing against the thin cloth of his gym shorts. He stood only a few inches from my face. I could smell his strong male ordor, his sexual scent. I could also make out a wet spot in his gym shorts. I knew that it must be the tip of his cock with a good amount of his pre soaking the shorts.
I looked up to his face. He smiled down at me, not saying a word. He raised his right hand to my head, gently stroking my hair. His smile turned to something else, a need, a recognition of his needs. As he stood there, his hard cock raised the edge of the gym shorts to peek out just inches from my face. Involuntarily I licked my lips at its closeness. I felt the pressure of his hand on my head push me forward just an inch at a time until my lips just touched the weeping head of his cock. I partly opened my mouth and he smoothly pushed that last few inches until I felt the moist tip rub my lips. Brett moaned as my tongue reached out for that drop of clear fluid at the tip of his hard tool. He let go of my head only to grab hold of my shoulders for support. He muttered "Please, Please take me inside?" I fully swallowed what I could of his now hard 10 inch tool. As it neared my throat I gagged. He responded by pulling back a few inches. I pulled off to catch my breath saying "We really shouldn't be doing this." He grabbed my shoulders lifting me up to stand face to face with him only to say "Why not?" Before I could answer I felt his lips softly brush mine. For a few seconds it was a gently, almost friendly kiss. Then he pushed his lips harder, his tongue trying to open my mouth. I submitted to his invading tongue, willingly. He held me tight against his body. His hands began to explore my body, pulling at my few bits of clothing. My own hands lifted the cut off shirt before exploring the hairy chest beneath it. I nibbled on his arms, his neck, and finally found my goal- his hairy nipples. I sucked on each one until they were both hard and stickng out. His passion took over as he dragged my cutoffs down until they fell to the floor leaving me in only my boxer briefs. One shove let his worn gym shorts drop to the floor next to my cut offs.
Holding me tight to his chest we fell back onto the futon. Our moans drowning out the sounds of the washing machine. In a fury of movements we twisted our bodies together. Legs were intertwined, hard cocks rubbed against one another, hand explored secret, forbidden places on our bodies. I felt a finger rub my ass crack seeking my most intimate place. I moaned into his mouth as he found his target. My own hand reached down seeking his hardness, now wet with his excitement. He rolled me onto my back, his legs parting my own. Knowing that I would soon be impaled on his hardness, I wrapped my legs around his hips to draw him closer to my waiting, eager hole. He shifted around rubbing his abundant moisture around my opening to lube me. Feeling his tip rub over my pucker I moaned and yelled out "Yes!!" That was all he needed to hear. He slowly pushed his moist head into my body. As he inched in he kissed my neck mumbling "I've waited so long!" Hearing this I moved my feet to push on his butt. I wanted, no, I needed to feel all of his thick, hard cock inside my body. As the rest of his 10 inches finally took possession of my body I moaned "Please,Please take me!" With one final plunge he did just that. I felt his balls bounce against my taint. He kissed my ear saying "You're mine now, only mne." It tool me a few seconds to realize what he was saying. Then I responded "Make me yours. fill me with your seed, mark me as yours!" With slow, steady, sensual motions he plunged in and out of my love tunnel. Each plunge n rubbed my prostate, sending pleasure to my head, to my whole body. My cock rubbed against his hairy stomach increasing the pressure to explode my love between our bodies.
As his movements increased I knew that I'd soon be the receptacle of his seed, his load of love. I was close myself needing only to feel his explosion to send me over the edge. He sensed my nearness to the end and with a load roar, I felt his cock buried deep inside me flex and let his load out. I felt two, then three flexes of his cock shoot his load, flooding my body and the motion of the flexing cock against my prostate sent me over the edge. My muscles clamped his pulsing cock tight drawing out more of his seed into my body. My body wanted all of him inside me. His cock still held tight insideme, he fell forward onto my chest. Murmuring, he kissed my neck and ears. His arms held on to my body tightly as his orgasm subsided. My own arms held him tight to my chest, which now glued us together.
It was a few minutes of bliss before we managed to separate. He pulled me close until my head rested on his shoulder. His arm behnd my head, his hand holding me tight. Kissing my forehead, he whispered "I guess we both need a shower now. Do you want to come upstairs to share mine?" I mumbled sleepily. "Sure, I guess."
Later, showered but still naked we sat in his living room before a roaring fire drinking wine. For a long time we were silent. Then he leaned in to pull me to his chest asking "Do you think I need to find a new tenant for the basement?" I sat up looking at him with what I knew was a hurt expression "Are you kicking me out?" He laughed saying "No, but.." I stopped him there to ask "OK, you want me gone?" He pulled me closer and continued "As I was about to say, Do I need to find a new tenant since I don't expect my lover to live in a separate place." I was stunned mumbling "Your lover?" Brett kissed thetip of my nose saying "I've wanted you since the day you moved in. But I was too afraid to go to you. Seeing those other guys leave the basement pushed me to the edge. I knew that I felt something for you. It took me a few weeks to admit to myself what I felt, what I needed. Finally I woke up today determined to have you, to show you my love. I didn't need to do laundry. I needed to do you. I needed to know that we might commit to each other. So - would you be my lover, my better half?" I was overwhelmed and just fell into his arms kissing him. That kiss sparked another session where he again proved how much he loved me. Luckily, it was a Saturday so we didn't have to go to work, nor did we have to dress for 2 days. We stayed naked so that we could share our love whenever the urge took over us. Brett proved to be vey versitile in bed. He insisted that I give him my love seed. Needles to say on Monday he put another ad on the bulletin board to rent out his basement apartment. A year later when gay marriage became legal we had a small ceemony with family, a few close friends,and close co-workers joining our exchange of vows. Our new tenant was our best man and witness. The justice of the peace, a close friend, performed the ceremony in our back yard.