Tyler came home at midday on Tuesday, still stoned from the night before. His father lived on the ninth floor of a prefabricated building in a social housing district on the outskirts of the city. Property management didn't take much care of these buildings; the windowpanes in the entrance area had been broken for months, graffiti covered almost every corridor wall, and the lift rattled and creaked loudly. At least they were regularly cleaned; they weren't exactly dirty, but they weren't well maintained either.
Tyler and his father, Dave, didn't care. Dave received a small social welfare payment from the local authority — at least it was enough for this apartment. In this environment, the Scotts didn't stand out. With no regular work and no desire to fit in, they were able to live out their days here and roam the streets without fear of arrest. The police had already given up on this district.
When Tyler entered the living room, he saw the familiar scene: Dad was sitting on the sofa, high on drugs and stroking his member. Each of the men in the Scotts' family had some kind of sexual peculiarity — a fetish, or a 'paraphilia', as the social workers and psychiatrists they saw every now and then when the police picked them up again told them. Tyler's father masturbated wherever and whenever he felt like it. He simply didn't care who was around; when he wanted to, he masturbated. This was one of the reasons why he didn't work a regular job.
"Hello, son!" Dad grinned as he massaged his hard-on. "Pass me the massage oil!2
Tyler gave his dad the massage oil.
"So, how’d it go?" Dave asked his son, opening the tube of massage oil and rubbing it onto his cock. "All good?"
"Yup," Tyler replied curtly, reaching into his pocket and tossing his dad a paper bag. “It's worth about 1,500 bucks!"
Tyler had broken into a new restaurant nearby that night with his cousin. The owners weren't from around here and didn't yet know that they'd better not leave their day's takings in the till.
"Very good!" moaned Dave... "Very good, boy! Ahhhh" - it wasn't clear to Tyler whether Dad was moaning like that because of the money or because of his hand on his pecker. Probably a bit of both.
"How much you been burnin’?" Dave asked, a little worried. Dave Scott's biggest worry was always that someone might betray him, that he might come up short.
"Not much."
Dave looked at his son: "Damn, you’re sittin’ on a pile, ain’t ya? Lookin’ ripped as hell, I swear." Dave laughed.
"We partied later, just ran off what we had. Didn’t spend a dime, so money’s still sittin’ there!" replied Tyler, a little tired and slurring his words.
Tyler was used to his dad wanking wherever he pleased. So it was nothing out of the ordinary that his dad was sat here on the sofa, high as a kite, rubbing his hard-on while talking to him. Maybe it was the porn on TV, or the stuff he'd had that night, but Tyler was getting hard too. He got up and went into the hallway.
"Don’t go gettin’ caught again!" Dave gave him a call. "The shitlord’s gunning for us already!"
Tyler grunted, took the keys and left. His dad knew exactly what Tyler was up to now. Tyler's thing was to jerk off downstairs in the basement. He started doing it at some point and always found it exciting – there was always the risk of one of the neighbors coming downstairs. He imagined what might happen then, who among the neighbors might catch him and what they would do to him. Neighbors had already caught him, but, unfortunately for Tyler, they'd either called him names, called the police or complained to the building management, the "pencil pusher" or "shitlord” how they used to call the manager responsible for their building. The janitor (the "bucket boy”) has caught him red-handed three times. He's reported him to the property manager on each occasion. And on each occasion the janitor and the shitlord, "the filth twins” as the Scotts called them, came to talk to Tyler and his dad. But as with the Scotts, they don't take any orders from anyone. The first time, Dave was still playing the reasonable man and promised to "talk to the boy!" He did. He told him to be more careful. The second time, Dave made it clear that he didn't really care what his son was doing down there in the basement, which really upset the janitor and the property manager. The third time, they threatened to toss the Scotts out, which made Dave and Tyler furious. The manager and the janitor yelled back, but before things got violent, they left.
But after the third time, Dave threatened his son: "Get caught again and I'll sell your ass to them! I'm not leaving this apartment!" Tyler was dead certain that his dad was serious. The old man would rather sell his son's ass than leave this apartment.
Tyler's got a hard on as soon as he got into the old elevator. The excitement grew. Maybe someone would get on during the elevator ride down and notice Tyler's hard-on in his trousers. But no one got in until the end of the ride down to the basement.
Tyler arrived down in the basement, almost a little disappointed. When he got out of the lift, he first came into a small room with three doors: one to the janitor's office, one to the boiler room and another to the actual cellar, where each tenant had a shed. In his fantasies, the janitor had already dragged Tyler into his office and fucked him several times behind this door.
Tyler went into the cellar, stood in a corner between the sheds, dropped his pants and stuck his stiff cock out into the cellar corridor. The cold air was exciting him. He imagined the Arab from the apartment below them coming by and catching Tyler like this, with his pants down and his cock stiff. He would unpack his own cock and just force Tyler to his knees in front of him to lick his hairy sack. He could picture this hairy guy in his mid-forties moaning as Tyler worked his hard cock with his mouth. Then maybe his son would join him, this macho guy with a gold chain who was only ever seen in sweatpants. He imagined this sexy Arab guy letting his sweatpants slide to the floor, turning Tyler's head towards him and fucking him hard in the mouth. While Tyler held out his mouth to the Arab's son, the Arab dad would stand behind him, spit on his hole and thrust right in with his hard cock. As he imagined this scene, Tyler started to play with the hole with his fingers, which he had moistened. Nothing could compare to the feeling of a cock in his ass, but since there was no cock, his fingers did the job. With the effects of last night's drugs still in his system, Tyler felt like everything was spinning around him, as if it was happening right then.
Then the cellar door opened. Tyler was taken aback, but then he felt a rush of arousal. Who was that? How would he react? Would he be screwed properly now? He groaned with excitement and started going at it even faster and harder. The noise caught the attention of the guest, who let out a moan. "Oh no, not again!" he said.
The janitor took a quick look around the corner. "Tyler Scott, you're just a pervert! Get dressed!"
Then the door opened again. "I've got here the…"
The second guest fell silent. "Seriously?" The pencil pusher was there too. Tyler would have come straight away if the manager hadn't grabbed his arm to stop him from wanking. "I can't believe it," he added angrily. "Hey, get your trousers up, mate, and then up the stairs!"
"HEY...". Tyler tried to break free from the manager’s grip, but he wouldn't let go. "Take it easy!"
"Put your pants back on!" The property manager ignored Tyler's objections. "And then up to your father!"
"You can get your stuff together now," the janitor said, as he opened the cellar door and went to the lift. Tyler realised that he'd be wasting his time trying to resist, because the two older men were stronger than him and seemed dead set on making him pay. The janitor was probably about 50, quite stocky and used to doing physical work (and probably sport). The manager was younger, about 30, but also quite fit and strong. Tyler wasn't sure if the manager was actually a bouncer or a bodyguard. Either way, it was obvious he wasn't going to be able to compete with them.
Tyler pulled up his pants with his free hand, which seemed a bit awkward with only one arm free and the drugs in his head. With a firm grip, the manager guided him towards the elevator. Tyler was pretty pleased with the situation and he imagined the two men would take him there straight away, in a relentless and merciless way. Or they would push him into the lift, close the doors and the janitor would use his key to stop the lift somewhere between two floors. Then they would both drop their trousers and not let Tyler out of the lift until they had both cum inside him at least twice.
Unfortunately, the elevator arrived at his floor without anything like that happening. There was still a tent in his pants, and Tyler was hornier than he had been in a long time. These situations were pretty typical for the entire Scott family: they only got really horny in the most inappropriate situations.
The janitor banged on the front door: "Open up, you bum!" he shouted. Tyler grinned.
Dave Scott opened the door. With a hard-on in his trousers and a glazed look on his face, he got what was going on. "Got your prey again, you pervs?"
The manager replied: "You and your wayward son are the only perverts around! Pack your things, you'll be out by the end of the month!"
Dave kept grinning, but he looked at his son and said in a low voice, "Told ya! Get your ass to your room!"
Tyler's cock twitched. Would Dad really offer them his ass now? Would these two guys agree to shag him so they could keep their apartment? As he tried to get past his dad, Dave held his son by the arm and whispered, "You’d better be ready, no bullshit!"
When Tyler had gone into the apartment, the property manager started again: "By the end of the month, I'll..."
"Well, here’s how I see it," Dave Scott disrupted him. „Yo, you got cameras in the basement or somethin’?“
Dave was a bit slurred. He didn't seem completely out of it, but he was obviously ripped just like his son.
"What does that have to do with the fact that your waywa..." the janitor began.
"As far as I’m knowin’, we tenants ain’t been told nothin’ ’bout no cameras."
The manager shot a look at the janitor. "So, what's the..."
"What I’m sayin’ is, you’re spyin’ on us tenants. Hell, maybe you even like what my boy’s doin’ downstairs. You saved them videos? You sittin’ there watchin’ my son jerkin’ off? Well?"
The two men seemed angry, but also insecure.
"Honestly, fellas, I don’t give a damn... but if someone files a complaint, it ain’t gonna be good for you!"
"Well, who do you think is more likely to be believed: the manager of this house or a junkie who just spends his days smoking weed and wanking and gets his rent paid by the authorities?"
"True, there’s still some risk — for both of us!," said Dave, "So I’m offerin’ you a deal, plain and simple!"
The shitlord got annoyed: "You've got a lot of nerve!"
"Well, I bet you two got some serious pressure on your balls too. And I’m guessin’ you’d jump on any chance to bust a nut."
Dave grinned as the flith twins listened up.
"Well, I got my horny boy in there, probably already slicked up his hole with some lube. He’s just layin’ on his bed, waitin’ for you to roll up and fuck him. You go in, snort a line, light up a joint, crack a beer, whatever you wanna do — feel free — then slide into his room and smash his ass however you like. And trust me, you’ll forget all this shit that went down here!"
The two men outside the apartment door looked at Dave, clearly confused. You couldn't tell from their faces whether they were angry, stunned or horny – or maybe even all three at once!
"You... you're really... so!" The manager was at a loss for words. "No way!" He turned round and walked towards the lift, but then he stopped and looked at Dave."
"Seriously, you pervert!" he said to Dave.
"Fo’ real!"
The janitor, who'd been listening to this conversation, now joined in, but he was whispering even more quietly. "So, you're saying your son's lying on his bed right now, and I could just go in there and, you know, 'take him'?
"Hell yeah!"
The shitlord of a manager came back and hissed at the janitor: "You're not seriously thinking about going into this, are you?"
"Damn, I'm so horny!" the janitor said. "And there's an oiled hole in there that wants to be fucked! Yeah, I'm thinking about it!"
The manager threw his hands up in shock: "Are there only perverts here?"
It almost seemed as if the manager was losing his temper. Dave tried to calm him down: "Hey... nobody will find out about this." The manager gave him a hard stare. "Just relax a bit, no stress, easy peasy!"
Dave gave the manager a cheeky wink as he said this.
The janitor looked at the manager and raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Come on, we've earned a bit of fun!"
"Do what you want!" The manager turned around and ran into the stairwell. Dave wasn't sure if that had gone so well, but he let the janitor in. What you've got, you've got.
"So, you gonna snort that line or you wanna somethin’ else?" Dave asked the janitor as he let him into the apartment and closed the door behind him.
"Just give me a beer," he replied as he looked around the apartment, probably to find out which was Tyler's room. He was pretty excited.
Dave went into the kitchen to get the janitor a beer and said, "Back there behind that door, man!"
The janitor looked at the door Dave had pointed to. When Dave came out of the kitchen, he asked, "You gonna head right in?"
But the janitor took the beer from him and took a big gulp. "That's really messed up!" he muttered. "Is that really okay?" He looked at Dave, like he was trying to figure something out.
"Fo’ real, he can take loads!" Dave knew Tyler had been screwed by guys of all ages. He thought it was only fair that his son now put his back into it so they could keep the apartment. Dave wasn't really concerned about whether that was all right for Tyler in detail.
The janitor seemed to be getting nervous, and Dave feared he might turn tail after all. "C’mon, come along!"
Dave took the janitor into the living room. There was a line of coke ready to go on the table. "Come on, grab that; gonna make things hella more fun!"
The janitor wasn't sure if he should do it, but he was so horny and so excited. He wanted to fuck now, but he also felt a bit inhibited. Can you believe this guy actually offered to bang his own son? These Scotts lived up to their reputation and from what he'd heard from Tyler Scott, this guy was up for anything.
Without further ado, the janitor sat down at the table, took a rolled-up banknote from Dave, which he - unsurprisingly - had immediately at his disposal, and then snorted the line through his nose like he knew what he was doing. Dave was aware of this routine, but it didn't really surprise him anymore. A short while later, the effects kicked in and the janitor closed his eyes for a minute to let the coke take effect. Then he finished the beer, stood up and went into Tyler's room.
Tyler sat on his bed and looked over at him, eager to know what was going on. The janitor shut the door, opened his zipper and took out his already half-erect penis. He stood there, looked at Tyler and said: "OK, then, help me to forget the whole thing!"
The boy got up, pulled down his boxer shorts, lay on his stomach and spread his legs. The janitor had a clear view of the tight buttocks, the shiny crack, the balls and the stiff cock... wait... the shiny crack. The little pig had already made his hole smooth. The janitor spat into his hand and rubbed his already hard cock. He stepped behind Tyler, leaned over, propped himself up on the bed next to Tyler with one arm and pressed his glans against the warm hole. Tyler groaned and whispered, "Just get it in!"
"I want to enjoy this a bit too, bum!" the janitor whispered into Tyler's ear from behind. He pressed his dick a little harder against the hole. Tyler, though, was well-practiced — the janitor's stiff dick slid in right away, Tyler stuck his ass up and took the whole rod all the way inside him the next second. The janitor didn't stand a chance here, he felt this willing, welcoming ass around his hard-on...as if the ass was sucking on him, it nestled firmly around him. Tyler started to grind and groaned like there was no tomorrow.
"Stop that!" shouted the janitor, pressing Tyler's head hard into the pillow. "I'll take it from here!"
Tyler rolled his eyes and groaned. He had always imagined the janitor to be a relentless fucker who took what he wanted. Was this really going to happen now?
And sure enough, the janitor started having a go at it, moving in violent thrusts. He let his cock slide almost completely out of Tyler, only to thrust hard again the next moment. Tyler tried to cushion one or two of the thrusts, to dodge a little, but the janitor held his hips firmly, pushed them back into position and thrust all the harder. The janitor went for it, and Tyler moaned and screamed.
Dave Scott was sitting in the living room when he heard his son and the janitor moaning and screaming in Tyler's room. At least he'd convinced the janitor, but he was still worried about the manager. Shit, if he had to leave this apartment Tyler would pay even more for this. The noises coming from Tyler's room made Dave realize that his son had just been having a hard time. And, as Dave did when he got horny, he pulled out his junk, took a puff of his joint and started rubbing himself. "Oh shit!" Tyler shouted. "Hold still!" the janitor yelled back. Dave had done some pretty crazy things in the past, but even for him, offering his son to other men to fuck his ass was something else. And it turned him on.
He was enjoying the situation, but then there was a heavy banging at the front door. "Bloody hell!" Dave got annoyed, went to the door with his hard cock in his hand and opened it. The manager was standing there, clearly nervous, and looked Dave straight in the eye. When he realised that Dave Scott was massaging his hard cock in front of his eyes, he looked down, startled: "What the..."
"What can I do for ya, Mr. Big Shot Landlord?"
Dave gave the manager grin, with the joint in his mouth, and carried on wanking his cock. Meanwhile, Tyler and the janitor could be heard fucking behind one of the closed doors.
"You guys are really out of line!" said the manager, pushing Dave aside and stepping inside. Dave looked a bit puzzled and surprised, but the manager gave him a quick wink. "Can you close the door, please?"
Dave shut the door and had a look at the manager: "Feelin’ that need come creepin’ up?"
"Watch out, old chap! We already watch you! Don't overdo it!"
"Yeah, yeah, I hear ya." Dave said. "Fancy a puff?" Dave held his joint out to the manager. "Your dude’s already had a bump, just sayin’ if you’re down too."
The manager took the joint and nodded to Dave. He took the manager into the living room and gave him another prepared line on the table. The manager also snorted the line through his nose. Dave now was a little surprised that these moral crusaders were clearly experienced with drugs. The manager sat down on the sofa for a minute, leaned back and let the drug take effect.
Then the manager opened his eyes, looked at Dave's hard cock and asked, "So, have you been pleasuring yourself in your boy?"
"WHAT?" Dave roared straight out, "What, you think I’m some dirty-ass creep or somethin’?"
"Hey, you've got a hard on while your son's getting railed in the next room!"
Dave stopped talking, sat down next to the manager on the sofa and laughed, but didn't say anything else, instead taking another drag on the joint.
The manager didn't care what the answer was. He could hear the humping, moaning and screaming from the next room and it got him all hot and randy. He started to rub his groin. "This is great stuff you've got here!" he told Dave.
"You need shit? I’ll get it for ya." said Dave. When Dave Scott sensed a deal, he got friendly.
The manager acknowledged this with a raised thumb and a wink. He got up with a bit of a moan and said: "Right then... Now Daddy wants to have some fun too!"
He gave Dave another wink and headed over to Tyler's room. When he opened the door to the room, the noise got louder. The janitor had the time of his life, Tyler groaned, and the bed creaked. The manager saw the janitor's huge body lying on top of Tyler. He kept lifting his butt and letting it fall, and with each movement, Tyler made a roaring noise. His bare legs were lying to the left and right of the janitor's butt, wiggling in rhythm with the fuck thrusts. At first, the manager wanted to close the door again, but then he thought about the boy's father sitting right next door, listening to all this and getting himself off at the same time.
The janitor saw the manager go into the room. "As... I... thought...", he said, with a grin, as he felt each bump. "Just...a...nother... mo... ment... boss! Oh... yeah..."
The manager opened his trousers, took out his dick and started wanking. Tyler had also noticed that the manager had come in and looked behind him so as not to miss any of this steamy scene while he carried on moaning. He looked down at the manager's cock and licked his lips.
"You can have it!" said the manager, kneeling on the end of the bed at Tyler's head and holding his hard-on out to him. Tyler eagerly took the cock in his mouth, his moans became quieter, but with every thrust of the janitor into his ass, Tyler moaned again. Now there was no stopping the two men: the janitor shagged Tyler's ass, the manager shoved his cock into the boy's hungry mouth, then the two took turns. Tyler was fucked like he'd never been fucked before – his wildest fantasies came true.
Dave next door heard the moans of the men, the gurgling sounds of his son giving head, the smacking sound of his hole being used by one of the two men in his room, wanking his own cock. Then one of the guys started making a really loud noise – it was the janitor about to cum. It was a different noise to the one before. He got louder and louder until he was almost yelling, "FUUUUCK!"
After three strong thrusts, he squirted: "Ooohhhh yeeeeeeah, FUUUUCK!"
Now Dave was curious about what was happening next door. He stood up, his stiff member swaying from side to side as he walked. He heard the manager say: "Now it's my turn!" When Dave got to the bedroom door and looked into the room, he saw the janitor sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed, panting hard. His hard cock, which he'd just used on Dave's son, was still pointing skyward. Next to it, the manager was getting himself behind Tyler. "Now there's my cream on top, you bastard!" Dave heard the caretaker whisper in his son's ear.
The manager started banging Tyler. Dave saw the rhythmically contracting ass cheeks from behind, just past the manager's massive body he saw his son lying on his stomach on the bed, his eyes closed, his mouth wide open to moan. With each thrust from the manager, Tyler lifted his head slightly, the pale skin of his face flushed with arousal.
When the janitor saw Dave standing in the doorway, he said, "Well, does Dad want to go for a ride on his boy?"
Dave didn't say anything, he just watched the manager screw his son. And wanked his cock at the same time.
"Perverted family," muttered the janitor, but then started wanking his still hard cock again.
"Hold on, I want another round," he said to the manager, looking Dave straight in the eye. "I get a kick out of the fact that his dad is keeping an eye on us right now!"
The manager shot a look over his shoulder at Dave. He grinned. And he carried on screwing Tyler. "Oooohhhh." The fucking got harder. "FUUUCK!". The manager closed his eyes and threw his head back while continuing to yell: "FUUUUUUCK!" He started to move more slowly again: "OHHHHHH... YAAAA...". Then he opened his eyes again, looked at Dave and grinned. Breathing heavily and still moving his hips slowly, the manager said, "Your boy's got a really willing hole, Dave!"
Dave carried on watching and rubbing his hard cock.
"Step aside, I've got another load," said the janitor. The manager took a step to the side, but at first only to present Dave with the freshly inseminated and twitching hole that Tyler had willingly held out to the men. He put a finger inside and said, "It feels good, man. Warm and wet!"
The janitor had become horny again after the short break. "Come on, boss... let me have another round!" he almost whined. The manager took a seat on the floor, just like the janitor had done a moment ago, his erection still hard and glistening from his recent sexual encounter.
Dave watched as the janitor had another go at fucking his son. It didn't take long for him to cum inside Tyler again. After he'd finished, he collapsed on the floor again, breathed heavily and took a moment to rest. Tyler carried on lying on his bed and Dave got a great view of his buttocks, one of which Tyler was holding with one hand and playing with his hole. His son worked his hard cock with the other hand.
"Look at that pervert! He really can't get enough!" said the janitor when he noticed that Tyler was still going at it. He laughed and started to play around with Tyler's hole with two or three fingers, pushing them in and letting them slide out again, his eyes fixed on Tyler's butt and his hole with fascination. But as hot as he found this situation - he had cum twice, he couldn't take any more.
As the manager started getting dressed again, the janitor did the same. "Okay," said the manager, "the deal is done. But if you mess up again, we'll be back!" He gave Tyler a slap on the butt. "But don't go overboard. Not everything can be made up for with a fuck!"
Once they'd got dressed, they walked out of the room and went to the front door. As the manager passed by Dave, he noticed that Dave was still wanking his hard cock and had his eyes fixed on his son. "What a perv!" he thought to himself, but what would happen here in the apartment wasn't his business anymore. When they'd locked the front door and were standing in the hallway, the janitor whispered: "Do you think he's banging his boy now?" He seemed more wound up and excited than offended. "No idea!" replied the manager, but he imagined he did.
