My First Apartment - the Maguires
When I graduated from college, I got my first job in a town in the middle of nowhere in upstate New York. It was a great opportunity, but it was hard moving to a town where I didn't know anyone.
Of course, I had to find a place to live. I had several options. I saw some houses which I could share with roommates. All of them were okay. Then I saw a basement apartment in home where the owners lived upstairs. It was the crappiest place I saw. But after I saw it, I couldn't stop thinking about the family that lived there. I met with the owners, the Maguires. Mrs. Maguire was very nice. John Maguire was a bit gruff, but he was unbelievably good looking. Tall, muscular, light brown hair, piercing grey eyes. He was so good looking, I couldn't look him in the face. The Maguires had five kids in that house. All the more reason to stay away. But the three boys were all drop dead beautiful. Actually, the whole family was good looking. I just couldn't stop thinking about the men.
At this point in my life, I didn't consider myself gay. I had sex with guys in college, but I never dated a guy. However, I hadn't seriously dated a girl in a couple of years at that point. I thought of myself as bisexaul with an active sex life with men. But now I was moving to a small town where I didn't know anybody. I simply assumed that my sex life with men was in the past.
And then I saw the Maguires. And I convinced myself that Mr. Maguire was flirting with me. I decided to move into the basement apartment.
It was a noisy house and the basement was pretty cold. But Mrs. Maguire would invite me into the house for dinner almost every night. When I first moved in, I would take her up on these offers. But as I made friends in the town, I would do this less and less. But I would still spend time in the kitchen and the living room of the Maguire house. I got to know all of the Maguires. Donny, Marc and Jeff were the boys. At first, I had big crushes on Donny and Marc. But as I got to know them more and more, I grew embarassed of my attraction to them. Especially of my attraction to Mr. Maguire.
John Maguire worked for the local utility company. He worked mostly night shifts and would sleep in during the day. He would eat dinner with the family before leaving for work. He was a tough man with an angelic face and an adonis body. I think he was 35 at the time. Frightfully young for having a 17 year old son. While the two of us rarely interracted, we managed to develop somewhat of a relationship. He took a liking to me.
During my first year of living with the Maguires, nothing unusual happened. Then during the fall of my second year, two things happened. The first was Donny. Donny had started community college and was home during the day at irregular hours. One day, I had taken the day off from work for no particular reason.
The shower in the bathroom basement wasn't working. It was in the middle of being fixed. I had to use the shower in the house, which wasn't a big deal at all. I thought I was alone in the house at the time, with Mr. Maguire sleeping in his bedroom. I walked into the house with a towel wrapped around my waist and walked into the bathroom, when there was Donny jerking off. The lock hadn't been fixed in years and he, too, thought he was alone in the house. The both of us were in shock. I apologized and closed the door. But I was so overtaken by the sight, I opened the door again. Donny was standing up already, pulling up his underwear. He started apologizing profusely. I just walked up to him and held onto his dick before he could pull his underwear over it. He just shut up completely.
I wasn't sure what I was doing. It had been so long, and I was so hungry for sex. I got onto my knees and Donny collapsed up against the wall. Just as I had expected, he had a big beautiful dick. I jerked off as I blew him. The head of his dick kept pulsating in my mouth, letting out long drips of pre-cum. He said nothing for at least five minutes. Then he let out a muffled moan, probably afraid his father would hear, and the cum poured like a pulsating river out of his cock and down my throat. I remember licking his cock clean as he breathed loudly. When I pulled my head away, he pulled his underwear back up and walked out of the bathroom without saying a word. I remained in the same position croutched down on the floor as I jerked off. I savored the taste of Donny's cum in my mouth as I came on Mrs. Maguire's bathroom rug.
Afterwards, I hoped that Donny would encourage more encounters, but it just didn't happen that way. As the days went by, I simply grew hornier and hornier. Finally, I called an old friend from college and invited him over. His name was Greg. We were good friends in college before we ever started sucking each others dicks. Greg, too, had not had much sex with men after college so he was grateful for the invitation. I arranged it so Greg would come out on a Wednesday and stay until Sunday. Sex would be hard over the weekend while the Maguires were home, so we had to be very quiet. But on that Wednesday through Friday, it was just loud, screaming sex.
I remember telling Greg about Donny. He was so jealous. He kept wanting figure out how we could get Donny to join us. I absolutely refused. Ever since the incident, Donny had been acting as though nothing had ever happened. He neither snubbed me nor showed any further interest in pursuing anything else.
But even so, when Greg went home that Sunday, I took off from work the next day, hoping to reorchestrate an encounter with Donny. No such luck. Donny was out of the house. But I went upstairs and took a shower, still hoping. When I got out of the shower, I was surprised to find Mr. Maguire downstairs in the kitchen. He told me that he usually gets up for lunch. I had never noticed this before. This worried me right away, because the door to the basement was in the kitchen. There were several times that I was with Greg that I was afraid that we were being too loud.
And then John started asking questions about Greg. Like "What were you two doing down in the basement the whole time? How long have you known Greg?" He must of asked about twenty questions about Greg, which made me more and more worried by the second.
And then he told me, "I heard alot of noises down there. It sounded like you two might have had some women down there." I was growing very embarassed. "But you didn't have any women down there, did you?"
I didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure if he was about to kick me out of his house or tell me that everything was cool. He had this way of talking that was almost misleading. A tone of voice that made you cautious.
I told him that there weren't any girls down there.
"I don't believe it," he said. "With all the noise you two were making? You should have heard what it sounded like."
Then he opened the basement door. I was certain he was going to kick me out of his home. He nodded for me to walk down to the basement, which I did, ashamed. He followed me. The door closed, we walked down the stairs. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I turned around.
When I turned, I couldn't believe my eyes. He was unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. I still was sure what was going on until he pulled out a hard dick out of his pants. I remember him then pulling his shirt over his head. I started doing the same. By the time we were both naked, I was so hard my dick hurt, throbbing with pre-cum. I walked over to him and he took my hand and walked me to the bed. We laid down and started touching, then kissing. I couldn't believe the places his mouth was going on my body. And mine on his. I was so excited that I came real quickly. And when I looked down to see myself cumming, I couldn't believe it. He was sucking my cock.
We spent at least an hour making love. He came on my chest. Then he started rimming my ass, telling me how beautiful it was. I couldn't believe that I was hearing Mr. Maguire tell me how beautiful he thought my ass was. He started fucking me, and pulled out to cum on my back. We then lied together on the bed and fell asleep. I woke up when he was getting dressed. He kissed me before telling me that he had wanted to do that for a long time.
Apparently, John had been having sex with men for a good portion of his life. He had started by jacking off with friends and ended up visiting rest stops along the way to and from work.
I lived in the Maguire house for another two years. It was rather difficult developing a sex life with John. His night shift work was quite an inconvenience. But he would usually get home at five in the morning. I would leave the basement door unlocked for whenever he wanted to come down for an early morning fuck. I would also drive out in the middle of the night to meet him on his lunch break. Otherwise, we would have weekend sex when the family wasn't around or during weekdays when I would take the day off (which would be quite often). And while I never got to wrap my lips around Donny's dick again, I had swallowed his daddy's load many times over.