LWB - Landlord with Benefits

I had a busy work week leaving the apartment early and returning home, late. By Friday I was beat and just wanted to order a pizza and binge watch something on tv. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw Keith and Louise finishing up some yard work. “Hey Louise, Keith” I said keeping it casual. I didn’t want to really get into a conversation with anyone at this point. This was the first time I saw either of them since I blew Keith the Sunday before.

“Hey Mike, how are you doing?” Louise asked in a very tender voice. “I am good, just a bit tired. It was a long week at work” I said trying to go to my apartment and flop down on the sofa. “Oh, you poor thing” she said in her best motherly voice. “Good night” I said smiling and excusing myself to my apartment. I changed into some shorts and a t-shirt before flipping on the tv and ordering a pizza before settling down on the sofa.

About 20 minutes later there was a knock on the door. I grabbed my wallet and ran to get the pizza. “Hey buddy” Keith said standing in the doorway holding a plate covered with a napkin. “Louise sent some food” he said with a half-laugh handing me the plate. “Thanks Keith” I said taking the plate not wanting to hurt Louise’s feelings. Keith just stood in the doorway not saying much and things got a bit awkward.

“Hey mind if I come in for a few?” He asked sort of softly. I didn’t want any company, but I did not want to be rude either, so I stepped out of the way to let him in. “About last Sunday” he said before I could put the plate down. I turned and smiled. “Yeah it was a good game” I said with a smile letting him off the hook. I promised not to say anything.

“Yeah it was a good game” he repeated almost absentmindedly. Keith just stood there looking at me, then the floor, then back to me again. Finally, there was a knock at the door breaking the awkward silence. I grabbed my wallet and went to the door to get the pizza I had ordered.  I placed it on the counter and turned back to Keith. “Is everything ok?” I asked when he still didn’t say anything.

“Can you do it again?” He asked so softly I barely heard him. “Do what?” I asked knowing full well what he was asking for, but I wanted him to say it. “You know can you blow me again?” he said forcing himself to verbalize the question. Again, I just watched as Keith stared at the floor, his face flush with embarrassment. “Yeah sure” I said finally, letting him off the hook. “Now?” he asked before I could say anything more.

I was so tired from a long day that I didn’t want to even consider any form of sexual activity. “Yeah sure” I said with a half laugh. I approached Keith and sunk to my knees in front of him. As my eyes came into level with his cock, I couldn’t help noticing the bulge had already formed. I reached up for the waistband of his sweats and pulled them carefully over his hard dick. I took the base in my hand and pointed it down towards my mouth, then swallowed it deep into my throat.

“Unnnn” Keith moaned softly as I devoured his hard cock. He placed his hands on my shoulders as I started to move my head back and forth sucking his thick meat. In this position it was easy for me to take his dick pretty deep into my throat and really give it some expert attention. Keith stared to grind his hips and slide his dick in and out of my mouth speeding up the pace.

As he continued to fuck my mouth, I could taste his precum as it ran across my tongue and throat. Keith began huffing and puffing as he more aggressively fucked my mouth. I could feel sweat dripping off him and into his pubes. Then without warning he stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. “I’m close” he said stopping me from taking it back into my mouth. I liked sucking his dick, but I was beat and wanted to get him off so I could eat and chill. Keith had other things in mind.

“I want to watch you JO” he said looking down at me. “Are you sure?” I asked getting to my feet. “Yeah” Keith said, a lustful look on his face. I pulled my shorts down and sat on the sofa, then I started to stroke while he watched. Normally I wasn’t much of a voyeur but there was something hot about Keith watching me jack. “Is this what you wanted to see?” I asked grabbing my hard cock, taunting him as I played with myself.

Keith came around and sat on the sofa then took his dick in his hand as he watched me stroke, his eyes glued to my dick. With my free hand I reached over and started to play with his balls. “Oh yeah” he said as I slid my palm over his wet dick head.  Keith dropped his hand and allowed me to start stroking him. Keith continued staring at my cock. “Do you want to touch it?” I asked looking at him.

He looked up at me and a moment of confusion and concern seemed to come over him. Then very slowly he reached his hand forward and touched my hard cock. He moved so slowly and cautiously as if to be sure it was ok to touch it. “It doesn’t bite” I said watching as he cautiously approached. Finally, he wrapped his hand around my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“How does it feel?” I asked still watching him. Keith did not answer, he was just holding my cock in his hand. I wrapped my hand around his and he started pull away. “Do this” I said sliding his had up and down my cock instructing him on how I liked it. It did not take long before I felt him move his hand on his own, then start to really stroke my hard dick. “Yeah that’s it I said laying my head back against the sofa.

I continued to stroke his dick and I found the faster I stroked him, the faster he in turn stroked me. “Oh yeah man that’s great” I moaned. His hand was rougher than mine and had a different but very enjoyable grasp on my cock. I removed my hand from Keith’s and spit into it then returned it to his cock using it as lube. Keith removed his hand to do the same, but I stopped him before he did. “Here you go” I said squeezing my dick and a large blob of precum oozed out. “Use this.”

Keith slid his hand over the wet piss slit then smeared precum down and over my cock before he began to stroke me again. “Of fuck that feels so good” I moaned as he continued stroking. Most guys didn’t seem to get the pace right. They were too fast or too slow, too soft or too hard, Keith seemed to know exactly how to stroke me. It did not take long, and I could feel my cock starting to swell. “Fuck I am close man” I said as Keith continued. This seemed to excite him, and he stroked a bit faster. “Oh yeah stroke it man. Fuckin stroke my hard cock” I moaned. Cum shot from my cock then oozed down over Keith’s hand.

Keith continued stroking me until the last of the orgasm subsided. Once my breathing returned to somewhat normal, I turned my attention to his cock. I had been holding it but stopped stroking to focus on my orgasm. Keith was so excited that it didn’t take too many strokes before his cock started to spew cum all over his shirt.

Finally, his orgasm passed, and I removed my cum soaked hand from his cock. I got up to get a towel so that we could clean up the mess. I returned to the living room and Keith was still in the same position panting from his orgasm. “Did you like that?” I asked handing him the towel. “Yeah” is all he said not making eye contact.

“Fuck” he said as he started mopping up the cum off his cock and balls looking at the mess on his shirt. “I can’t let Louise see this” He said sounding panicked. “Take it off, I can give you one of mine to wear” I said going to the bedroom. It was a plain white t-shirt so she would never notice. When I returned to the room, I got the first look at Keith with his shirt off. Keith’s body was much hotter than I had realized. He wasn’t over muscled but had no real signs of fat. He had a light dusting of hair that ran between his pecs and some of it was tinged with grey that made it even hotter looking.

Keith took the t-shirt and pulled it on, then pulled up his pants. Conversation became awkward and eye contact was very limited. “Thanks” he said as he made his way to the door, then left without another word.