Be My Guest

I have a little two bedroom cottage in an inner suburb that I bought well over a decade ago.  Prices have gone up so much since then that I couldn't possibly afford it now, and am grateful I got such a great place when I did.  I had housemates for quite a few years, and that got me ahead on the mortgage, but I got sick of having someone around all the time.  Their quirks really begin to bug you after a while, especially as you get older and more crotchety.

A few years ago, the housemate I had at the time had outstayed his welcome, and I moved him on.  It seemed a waste to have a room in a sought-after area lying empty though, and a friend suggested renting it on AirBnB.  I gave it a go, and found it an excellent balance between deriving an income from the room, and having time to myself.  I restricted bookings to a maximum of a week, and found I could grit my teeth for that long if the guests were annoying. There are plenty of attractive, young backpackers to provide appealing scenery as well.

I'm not bad looking, in my early forties, and a bit of a daddy I suppose.  I had sex with one thirty-something guest who came on to me, but generally don't run the risk of coming on to them.  That was until a young couple from Dortmund stayed with me.  They had finished a months long walking tour of New Zealand, and were seeing the east coast of Australia before heading home.

Florian, was a cute, nerdy, twinky guy, with the mildly darker skin-tone you see in many central Europeans.  Very Bel Ami.  He had brown hair, nice eyes, and a charming, full-lipped smile.  Anna, his girlfriend, was a bit dowdy, and I didn't really see what made them a couple.

I became suspicious as the days went on, and felt Florian's eyes on me quite a bit, especially one day when I came out of the bathroom with just a towel around my waste.  I make no secret of being gay, but their English was just okay, and we hadn't spoken much.

The day before they were set to leave, Anna had gone out somewhere, and wasn't expected back for some time.  Florian made a point of engaging me in conversation, and we chatted about Australia, and Germany, work, and so on.  As we talked, he edged slowly closer to me.  I asked him about his relationship with Anna, and he became equivocal.  He wasn't sure about it, where it was going, or how he felt about her.

His nerdy, uncertainty was adorable, and I decided, 'Damn the Torpedos', and kissed him.  He didn't protest or withdraw, and when I looked into his eyes, there was trepidation, but excitement too.  I went for it, kissing him again, easing my tongue between his full lips, and taking the back of his head with one hand.  He returned the kiss this time, and we tongue-wrestled for a while.

I put my other hand on his pert, slim thigh, and slowly slid it up to feel his bulge.  He jumped in surprise, but quickly relaxed as I massaged his dick to hardness.  He seemed happy for me to drive things.  Funnily enough I'm usually a bottom, but some guys just bring out the top in me.  Florian was such a cutie-pie, I knew I wanted to violate him.

I took his hand, and led him to my bedroom, closing the door behind us.  He was a little hesitant, but I just sort-of took charge.  He could easily pull away and stop this, but he really seemed to want it.

I slipped his t-shirt off over his head, and resumed kissing him.  I ran my hands over his taught, smooth body.  He shivered innocently at my touch, especially when I flicked and fondled his nipples.  I left Florian's mouth and sucked on his tits, eliciting moans of pleasure.

Keeping him distracted with nipple play, I unfastened his pants and pulled them down along with his briefs.  Our eyes were locked as I knelt down and licked the pre-cum from the tip of his penis.  He gasped when I took him into my mouth whole, and I got off on the dreamy look in his eyes.  Grabbing his pert arse cheeks in both hands, I blew him better than I imagine Anna ever had.  He came close several times, but I was careful not to bring him to ejaculation.  I wanted that tight, little arse.

I rose, kissed him again, and got undressed.  Florian stepped out of his pants, abandoning any doubts that he was up for this.  I sat on the bed, and pulled his shoulders down until he was kneeling in front me.  Then I took his head and pressed him toward my erect cock, our eyes never leaving the other's.  He gulped apprehensively, but opened up, and let me draw him onto me.  He sucked and licked with increasing eagerness, if somewhat inexpertly, looking up at me constantly.  I showed my appreciation with plenty of moans of encouragement, and stroked the back of his head.  God, he looked cute with my cock between his sweet, full lips!

Reluctant as I was to discourage him, I didn't want to cum yet either.  I lifted him up to a standing position, and started licking around his cock and balls.  Not before I'd lubricated my finger however, which I now inserted into that tight, virgin arse.  Florian nearly hit the roof!  Oh, yeah.  He wanted this.

I worked his front with my mouth, and his arse thoroughly with my fingers, having to partially support him, as he weakened at the knees with the thrill of this new stimulation.  He whimpered, when I stood.  Kissing him again, I looked into his eyes, and told him, "I'm going to fuck you now."

Looks of fear and eagerness washed over his face.

"Don't worry," I told him, gently.  "I won't hurt you."

I positioned a pillow in the middle of the bed and directed him to lay face down, head toward the foot, his hips propped up by the pillow.  I took a couple of pairs of handcuffs from my side table, and cuffed his wrists to opposite bedposts at the foot of the bed.

"What?..." he said uncertainly.

"Don't worry," I reassured.  "I just want you to totally belong to me, while I take you."

Florian didn't resist as I used a couple of long socks to bind his ankles to the head of the bed.  I looked down at his gorgeous, young body, and couldn't help running my hands over his silky, smooth skin.  I crouched down between his legs, kissed each of his firm buttocks, and lowered my face into his arse crack.

Florian writhed beneath me as I ate and licked at his hole.  I added my fingers to the mix, and stretched him out as far as I could.  I found some lube ,and massaged that into him, before applying it to myself.  Supporting myself over him, I pressed the head of my cock against his hole.  He shivered.

"Push out and relax," I told him.  "I want you to enjoy this."

It took some time for me to penetrate him.  I had to contain my eagerness, and go very slowly, letting him relax and grow accustomed to my cock inside him.  Finally, I eased the last of me into his arse, and my hips rested against him.  I let his panting subside, and felt the tension in his sphincter dissipate.  Gently at first, I started withdrawing and sliding back in.  He tensed up a little at first but the yips of pain gave way to groans of surrender, and I quickened my pace.  Not long and I was riding him adroitly, my hips rolling against him, plundering his beautiful arse.  He was a noisy little thing, now that he'd submitted, and I worked at making him gasp and moan.

Florian was making so much noise, that I almost didn't hear the front door.  When I did, I lay down on top of him, and quickly held my hand over his mouth.  I continued to drive into him, his whimpers muffled by my hand.  He eventually heard the sounds of Anna in the kitchen, and quietened a little, though he seemed to like groaning into my hang-gag.

I got up, and out of Florian briefly to rummage in my side table again.  Florian's eyes went wide, when I lowered a glossy red ball over his head, and pressed it into his mouth.  I quickly buckled it round the back of his head, and plouwed into his arse harder than before.  He grunted against the ball-gag, and I pounded him hard, doing my best to make him give us away with his cries.

Anna called out for Florian, and I whispered the lame joke into his ear, "He's all tied up at the moment."

"He's not here," I yelled through the door.  "I think he went to the market."

"Oh, thank you," Anna replied.

I fucked Florian at length from various angles, sometimes pressing his face into the bed, sometimes pulling his head back by the hair.  When I came, it went inside him, and then all over his back.

I took the ball-gag out of his mouth, a finger to my lips to make sure he understood Anna was still in the house.  His body was limp with satisfaction, so when I untied him, I had to turn him over myself.  The wet patch on the pillow, indicated he'd cum without me touching his dick.  Nonetheless, I put my mouth over his, and stroked him to another orgasm.

We lay there contented, gently touching each others bodies, until Anna finally went out.  Florian took a shower and got dressed before she returned.  They went out that night, Florian trying not to let his goofy, satisfied smile show too much.  I don't know what he told her about where he'd been.

The next day they were leaving late in the afternoon, and I presumed I'd had all of Florian I was going to get.  Anna went out mid-morning however, and Florian told me we had a couple of hours.  I tied him on his back this time, so I could work his tits, and watch the looks of ecstasy flowing across his sweet face, as I again violated his tight, young hole.

Florian gave me a coy smile as I bid the couple farewell.  I gave my sweet, little, Teutonic twink a five star rating, and I'm pleased to say he gave me the same.