Eviction

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I walked into the fitness center a little late for my morning cardio training and lo and behold there’s Jacob on an exercise cycle. “Morning Jacob, care if I join you?” Without waiting for an answer, I sat on the machine next to redhead, programed it and began riding. “You find a job?” I asked.

“Nope, nothing yet but got promising leads…Had three interviews in as many days,” Jacob replied

“Great.”

“I’m staying positive like you told me the other day…But leads don’t pay bills.”

“Things will work out. Oh, by the way, I spoke to the complex manager about your situation and there’re no plans to evict you at this point in time.”

“Great news. Been worrying my ass off about that.”

“I got a couple free dinner coupons for the steakhouse down the street, if you care to join me.”

“Been eating beans past few weeks…I’d enjoy a good steak dinner.”

“You wanna have some coffee with me at my place after we finish?”

“Sure, sounds great to me, Brandon. I haven’t had the money to buy a pound of coffee in a week.”

“You know you’re welcome to stop by any time for coffee, a meal or whatever…I enjoy your company.”

“Thank you, I’ll remember that.”

After a cool down cycle, we got off our machines and began the short walk through the complex to my apartment. I couldn’t get Jacob out of my mind as we walked. Since that first meeting for coffee in my apartment I’d become smitten with my new redheaded friend’s sensuous body. I’d thought about him nonstop like an infatuated teenager.

I found myself daydreaming about him; at night, I dreamt about what it would be like for us to become a couple. I wanted to suck his cock and let him fill my ass in the worst way. I’d been dropping nonverbal cues.

Maybe today might be that day. I unlocked the door.  We went inside. “Let me put on a fresh pot of coffee.” I poured the water into the electric percolator, measured the scoops of coffee grounds putting then in the basket and plugged it into the wall socket. “Be just a few.”

“I noticed last time I stopped in for coffee your apartment especially the living and dining rooms appeared rather sparse. Maybe that’s because it looks so big,” Jacob said.

“A little over 1,900 square feet, two spacious bedrooms with two and half baths, but the coolest feature is the private patio with hot tub,” I said as I open the door and showed Jacob the tub and the view. “Nothing like relaxing in the tub drinking a glass of Bordeaux.”

“That’s so cool, a hot tub in your apartment.”

“Yep, that’s one of the options offered with the six penthouse suits.  After I sold my house along with most of the furnishings, I haven’t been shopping for much new stuff, except a bed, love seat, television and few other items. I manage to get along with the essentials like coffee pot, microwave and refrigerator.”

“Understandable...Too bad you don’t have a partner to share the view and enjoy a glass of wine with.” Jacob said.

I thought that’s an odd comment, unless he’s fishing. “There are only six suites like mine in the entire complex. All are top floor penthouse units, and all are filled, long-term residents, and there’s waiting list.”

“Really,” Jacob said. “The balcony is so secluded you could even have sex out here in the tub.

I dismissed his remark. “Although they’re the same basic floor plan they’re customized for each resident. Anytime a new resident leases one of the units it’s tailored for the individual tenant. I’ve had this unit since the complex completed.”

“I thought you said that you owned a house?” Jacob asked as we walked back to the kitchen area.

“I did. Big mammy jammer. A little over 4,200 square feet, four bedrooms, three and half baths. After our son left for the Army and my wife passed there was no reason to live in a house that big and pay outrageous taxes as well as utilities. So, I sold it, downsized and moved in here full-time. Let me tell you my story, but first coffee.”

I got up and poured two mugs of coffee, “Cream or sugar?”

“Just a touch of cream if you got it,” Jacob said as he sat down at the table. “So, you’re a wine drinker?”

“Yeah, I enjoy a good Cabernet Sauvignon, but it’s kinda lonely out there drinking by myself. 

After dropping a hint for company, I put a smidgen of half and half in both mugs, gave each a stir and took a seat across from my new friend. I began telling Jacob my story, “I have an adopted grown son, he’s an officer in the Army stationed overseas. Art, is by my deceased wife; she had one of those unfortunate high school romantic accidents her senior year that resulted in pregnancy.”

“Wow!”

“I adopted him and treated the kid as if he was my own after Bethany and I got married. My family accepted him and treated him like a bloodline grandson. We gave him the best of everything including education private schools and then college. After graduation and commissioning he was supposed to step in and take over the business, but the Army had other plans.”

“Damn!” Jacob exclaimed again.

“Hey, that’s life.”

Jacob and I continued conversing about our lives for over an hour. I discovered he had no family in the area. Then suddenly he said, “I gotta use the bathroom.”

“Around the corner,” I said pointing him in the direction of the guest bathroom. “First door, it’s open.” Jacob disappeared, after a few minutes he returned with a silly ass smirk on his face.

“What’s so funny?”

“The collection, you got stuck to the mirror and shower.”

“Awe shit!” I exclaimed. “That’s my bathroom. I fucked up leaving the door to my bedroom open and the dildos out. “Sorry for what you had to see. I meant for you to use the guest bathroom.”

“I didn’t mean to go astray and snoop, but the door to your bedroom was open and thought you meant use your bathroom. They were in plain sight.”

“No problem, my fault.”

I got a couple just like two you got in there stuck to the shower wall at my place. Sorry for the mix-up.”

“I guess our secrets are out,” Jacob said with a chuckle. “From what I saw looks like we’re both bottoms,” again a chuckle.

“So, you queer?” I asked.

“Yeah, but not practicing at present. No partner. What about you, bisexual?”

“I guess,” I replied, and began explaining the story about my life as a homosexual teenager and college student before marriage.

Jacob and I exchanged stories about our younger homosexual experiences. Our younger sex partner’s, our likes and dislikes when it came to sex. After a couple hours I got up pouring two more fresh mugs of coffee. On the way back to the table I decided to make a bold move. Instead of sliding Jacob’s coffee mug across the table I walked around behind him and sat the mugs on the table.

I put my hands-on top Jacob’s shoulders squeezing his traps, giving the muscles connecting to his neck a little massage. He didn’t voice any objections: silence, a signal for me to proceed. I eased my hands down the front of his upper body while bending forward, burying my face into his neck, where I began kissing and nuzzling his neck and left ear.

The redhead had already told me about his turn-ons. I continued silently kissing his neck and ear lobe. I listened to the redhead moan with pleasure while kissing his neck. The signal for my hands to begin moving up the front of his shirt. I found his nipples; nipples so hard you could cut glass with them. I began flicking each hard nipple with my thumbs and then tweaking them between my thumbs and forefingers, all while continuing to nuzzle and kiss his neck and ear.

Jacob began to chortle a bit louder. He didn’t object or push my hands away. Instead he raised his hands taking my hands into his holding them in place, letting me continue to play with his nipples.

I could hear him titter a bit. “What’s funny?” I whispered.

“The hair on your circle beard tickles a little.”

“You want me to stop?” I asked.

“No, just never had a partner with facial hair,” Jacob replied. “I kind of like it. I haven’t felt this sexually aroused in years.”

“Same here,” I said moving my face around to engage Jacob’s full lips. “I’ve thought about this moment for days.”  We embraced in a soulful kiss. After a few minutes of making out I eased Jacob out of the chair.

“What do you want?” Jacob asked.

“Sit on the tabletop,” I said.

Jacob complied and we resumed making out. With ease I began working his T-shirt up his torso and over his head exposing those beautiful well-developed pecs holding two gorgeous pink nipples.

After another soulful kiss I dropped my mouth down to his pecs where I began to lick and suck on first one and the other pleasing pink nipple, while listening to Jacob coo with glee. “Oh yes, Brandon suck on them…Chew on them but don’t bite too hard.”

As I tenderly chewed, licked and sucked on the redhead’s nipples, I began to work the waistband of his workout shorts and drawers down in the front a bit so I could get my hand on Jacob’s hard cock. A cock as hard or harder than his nipples.

“I apologize,” Jacob said with a look of disappointment in a wavering voice.

“Why?”

“I don’t want what you find to disappoint you.”

“How’s that?”

“I’m not endowed like a porn star.”

“From what I can feel you don’t have anything to apologize about. I’m not porn star endowment either.”

With that I assisted Jacob off the table to standup where I might get a better view of his body. I took a seat in front of my new friend. Looking at his well-defined abs and innie belly button I pushed his workout shorts and drawers down to his feet for better view of his hard cock.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. I was taken aback at what I was seeing. I sat back in the chair taking in a feast to behold before me. My eyes began to moisten, and my mouth began to water looking at the gorgeous sight. His entire body a work of art. I let my eyes survey his torso from shoulders to crotch. My eyes locked onto Jacob’s genital area. Such an alluring sight.

There stood a rocket setting on a red-carpet launch pad, jutting towards the sky ready to launch. I marveled at the succulent mouthwatering banquet before me with two-pecan size nuts nestled in smooth scrotal sac topped off the feast.    

“Nothing wrong with that thing,” I said looking up at Jacob; in fact, as far as I’m concerned, your body and genitals are a thing of beauty. Your cockhead is magnificent, as sumptuous as a USDA Prime filet mignon.”

Jacob’s cock appeared to be at least five and half to six inches in length, holding I considered it to be more than a handful or mouthful. Maybe four and half to five inches in girth; however, the most preeminent feature of the well-proportioned phallus: the matchless cockhead. Jacob’s perfect pink cockhead left me speechless and my mouth watering. A ten in my book.

With the hard member in my right hand I pulled the head level with my mouth. Looking up I ask, “Do you mind?”

“Go ahead. I’ve thought about this moment since we first met,” Jacob said.

“Me too.” My mouth advanced towards the pink cockhead with its purplish coronal band circling the lower ring of the bell-shaped glans. I didn’t want to seem greedy, so I held onto the shaft and began licking around the glans and coronal ring. Then I lifted it a bit and began licking the frenulum area. Jacob squirmed and cooed with each velvety touch of my tongue.

While engaging in this activity I got a whiff of his manliness. We hadn’t showered since our work out.

I wanted the experience to last if possible. I didn’t want him to ejaculate prematurely. My moist lips, in the most pleasurable manner, began to suck the big pink cockhead into my mouth where my tongue began bathing it. Jacob’s moans grew louder, and his hip thrusts picked up momentum. “Aah aah…Oh yes[rm1] suck it, just the head, baby.”

Flicking the ureteral opening I sensed a slight salty taste of precum. My tongue pried open the piss slit searching for tastier precum as Jacob let out grateful moans. “Oh, fuck yes, suck my dick. Oh yeah.” 

I needed to get control as I inhaled the entirety of Jacob’s cock with my nose now buried in the red bush, I smelled his manliness. I heard him cry out, “Suck me…Suck me…Suck my dick, baby.”

Those are the words I’d been hoping to hear. I began moving my moist lips back and forth on the grandiose veined pole, while Jacob bucked his pelvis into my face, driving his cock down my throat, yelling for me to suck him. “Oh, fuck yeah, suck my dick, baby…I’m gonna cum.” I felt his cock swell telling me he was about ready to ejaculate, but I wasn’t ready for him to do that.