Renting my first apartment

As a young professional I moved three hours from the university to a small town where I landed my first job.  I heard about the position from one of my graduate school professors.  I mailed my resume and after a couple of phone calls arranged an interview as a pharmacist in a small town in rural mountain town.  After a two day visit and a informal dinner with the owner who was ready to scale back his hours and semi-retire I was very hopeful to land this position.  The second day I arrived at the family owned drug store and shadowed the owner greet customers, fill prescriptions and interact with his small staff.  I met a lady who truly ran the place.  She managed the counter, took care of payments, credit cards and filling out insurance information.  The other worker was a college age kid who was shy but sexy as hell.  Tall, 6’4”....big hands, long fingers and size 13 feet.  So I discovered a couple of months later.  The kid was a gentle giant.  Spencer was a sweet guy.  Around one o’clock the owner took me to a diner to grab a bite of lunch and talk business.  Terms, hours, pay and schedule. The owner explained he would not work on Wednesday or Saturday and he had rotary breakfast  meetings every Tuesday morning.  After a handshake and signing a one year contract I was happy to be 27 year old man with full time employment after graduating from pharmacy school in Memphis.  

Once we returned to the store I was more comfortable and eager to think about putting things in motion for my new position. To my surprise Spencer approached me and said he could help me find a place to live. He told me his uncle owned several rental properties in town. He wrote his uncles name and phone number on a piece of paper and told me to give him a call.

I thanked Spencer and told him to tell his uncle I’d call him today. Sure enough Spencer’s uncle was excited when I called. Based on my expected income I was fine with something small. When I arrived at the address provided I found an upstairs apartment net above a florist. Spencer was silent but observed my interaction with his uncle. Bottom line....2 bedroom, one bath and a great room with a kitchen area. Rent at college for a place like this in 1978 would have been over five hundred dollars. I was shocked when Evan, the landlord asked if $275.00 was acceptable. Not sure if I had a poker face I said sure. Evan was not as tall as his nephew. Very rugged in looks. Beard, boots, and piercing green eyes. I noticed he like his nephew had big feet. He reached above my head to adjust an air vent and I was close enough to get a smell of his arm pits. Damn, I was mindful of a hard working mans nice smell.

I asked Spencer to recommend a place for dinner. He told me a Pizza Hut was not far from my hotel. I asked him to join me. We decided to get take out and return to my hotel. As we entered the room Spencer took his shoes off at the door. Some families in upper mountain areas remove their shoes once you enter a home. I noticed Spencer was wearing typical tube socks and his large Adidas tennis shoes smelled phenomenal. He apologized but I told him I was use to the smell of shoes, gym gear, etc after being in college for years and roommates etc. We sat on the bed and got to know each other. I called home and told my folks I got the job and found a place to rent. My dad reminded me he was booked solid and would not be able to help me move. Spencer listened to my conversation And I could tell me was picking up on my situation. We continued to eat our pizza and I offered him a beer. We opened a couple of Coors and finished our dinner. In a few minutes Spence spoke up and said if I really needed help he would go to my home and help me move. He called Evan from the motel and asked if we could use one of his trucks. Man, within a few minutes Spencer had things put in motion. As he was getting ready to throw away the trash I picked up his shoes and was eager to get a whiff....I did so in a casual way and handed them to him. God, I wanted to lick his socked feet but not at this time. Spencer touched my fingers as I handed him his shoes. As he prepared to leave I extended my hand to shake hands with him. He pulled me in for a hug and said he was glad i took the job and excited to get to work with me. I swear he too had a nice smell like his uncle.

Three days later Spencer and his uncle Evan pulled in our driveway. It was a July morning and already started to get warm. Most of my furniture from college was in the garage. Between the three of us we had most things loaded in a couple of hours. My parents had helped me pack my International Scout the night before. My mom had organized linens, kitchen items, toaster, can opener, etc....so this was in my vehicle. The last box to load was a box labeled bedroom....Spencer dropped this box and the corner busted. My underwear, jockstraps, tube socks and a box of condoms were easily visible. Evan looked at me and said...hell son, you can buy rubbers at the drug store .... one of the advantages of working at a drug store, right Spencer. My god, how sexy cute Spencer was as he turned a shade of red. After a two hour drive in a crew cab without AC when we stopped for lunch at Dairy Queen we ate on a picnic bench outdoors. Fuck, both men smelled like sex, raw musk studs. When we finished eating we took a bathroom break. I stood at the urinals and Evan stood beside me. I got a nice view. He looked, grinned and said he needed a piss after that long drive. After I finished taking a piss I stayed just a moment. Evan backed up a step to give me a better view. There was an unspoken moment but we both knew what we were doing. He spoke up and told Spencer to stop playing with his pecker, we needed to get back on the road. We washed up and as we approached our vehicles I suggested to Spencer to drive my Scout. He told me he could drive a stick. I rode in the cab with Evan. He winked once I got in and he told me it was very trusting of me to let Spencer drive my vehicle. I told him I liked the kid. Evan put a stick of gum in his mouth and said....he could tell but be careful and don’t move on his too fast. I looked puzzled. Evan said I could move on him first. He cupped his thick crotch and told me....as your landlord I do have a key. I smiled and said....feel free to use it if you ever need to.

Once we reached the apartment we got everything unloaded. Damn, these men smelled great. I told them I would treat with beer and pizza. Spencer went to pick up the pizza and Evan told me he had to take a piss. He left the door open. I could see the reflection in the mirror as his fat cock was streaming golden stream. Evan told me to come to the bathroom. Wanted to show me the new shower head he had installed. As I entered the bathroom Evan was also showing me his uncut cock. He was wearing an old school white jockstrap that was yellowed with a piss stain. I was in heaven. I dropped to my knees and licked, sucked on the moist piss stained pouch. I chewed on the jock as I took my cock out. I was swallowing his fat mushroom size head when I felt a hand on my head. I looked up and noticed Spencer was watching me suck his uncle. Evan pulled out of my mouth and took charge. He told Spencer to take off his shoes. He handed one of his shoes to his uncle and he started smelling the man foot aroma. Spence sat on the toilet and I took his big toes in my mouth. Evan was jacking his cock as I was worshiping Spencer’s big feet. We moved from the bathroom to the floor. Spencer started sucking my cock as we were in 69 position. I rubbed my feet under his balls. Evan got in position and took turns sucking both of us. We didn’t last long. After we got off we grabbed a shower, wrapped in towels eating pizza and drinking beer.

I knew I was going to enjoy these men.

Part two coming soon.