The Tenants: Axel

THE TENANTS

≈ AXEL ≈

 

~ A small rental property ~

When my uncle died, he passed on to me a small apartment in an anonymous condo at the outskirts of the town. I visited it only once, when I got the keys, but it was depressing, with damp patches all over the walls and a few pieces of rickety furniture. And it was small, almost claustrophobically small: just a double bedroom, a kitchenette and a bathroom.

I really don’t know why my uncle left it to me, as I definitely didn’t need it; I’m not rich but money is not a problem for me, I have a good job and a fair amount of savings. So, I just locked the door and tried to forget it. But I couldn’t. I kept thinking that what was a useless property for me could be a place to call home for someone less fortunate than me.

It took me a year and a not negligible amount of money to have it cleaned, painted and furnished, and in the end that run-down apartment became a more-than-decent accommodation that I soon put up for lease. It was anything but a fancy apartment, I couldn’t ask for much money, and besides, I didn’t really need that money; so I decided to keep the rent as low as possible, just to recover the costs. It made me feel good, knowing that someone who couldn’t afford a more expensive accommodation now had the chance to put a roof over their head.

The first days I had to fend off many requests, as the cheap rent drew to my door a lot of people I really didn’t like to have as tenants: prostitutes, junkies, people who lived on the margins of society. I hadn’t restored that apartment for them, I wanted someone who deserved it.

At the end of the week I answered a polite message by someone who asked if the property was still free, and I invited him to my place, to meet him in person. The moment I opened the door I thought I had found my first tenant: the man outside was cheaply dressed, but well groomed, good-mannered and with a sincere smile.

And the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous didn’t hurt, either.

I’m openly gay, never made any secret about it, and I was single; and I was hit by the handsomeness of this muscular man in his thirties, short curly dark-blond hair, a thick but perfectly trimmed full beard, two beautiful blue eyes, a wide hairy chest that the open shirt couldn’t conceal and a cautious, almost shy smile that made my heart flutter. I instantly thought that I could fall for this man. Hard.

I was definitely older than him, being fifty-two, but I still have a body to die for, if I can say so myself (heck, I don’t train at the gym two grueling hours a day for nothing!), and I felt my blood pressure rise while I shook hand with him.

But my hopes were soon crushed when he stepped in and looked around at the décor of my home with more than a hint of anxious embarrassment in his eyes. The homoerotic drawings hung on the walls and my collection of small sculptures of well-endowed satyrs on the tables screamed “queer!” too loudly for his obviously straight ears.

Nevertheless, he kept his uneasiness in check and sat with me on the sofa. He said his name was Axel, 34 years of age, he was a manual laborer, happily married to a girl named Betty and proud father of a kid, with a second one on his way.

“I wish I could provide my family a bigger house” – he said ruefully – “but my wage is too low to pay such expensive rents. When I saw the photos of your apartment in the advertisement I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was, given the very affordable rent. I’m sure you already rented it to someone, didn’t you?”

“It’s still free” – I reassured him – “as I wanted to keep it for someone who deserved it, someone who would’ve taken care of it. And I think you and your family are the people I was looking for. I only ask for two months in advance. When are you planning to move?”

Axel frowned and shut his jaws, as if he was repressing a burst of emotions, and then said in a low voice: “My wife and my son are waiting in the car. We… we slept in there for the last few days. My former landlord said he needed the house and cast us out without notice.”

I was blown away by a mix of anger for that heartless landlord and admiration for this caring man who felt guilty for failing to provide shelter to his family. If there was a man whom I wanted to have as a tenant, it was Axel. “Well” – I said with a smile – “I can give you the keys and give you directions, and tonight you’ll be able to sleep in a proper bed.”

“No” – Axel curtly said – “I can’t do it. I… err… I won’t get my next check until tomorrow, I don’t have enough money with me to pay the two months’ rent in advance. But please… please, Mister, don’t give the apartment to anyone until tomorrow! I promise I’ll come back in the evening and I’ll give you the money!”

I knew it was a risky move, as after all I had met Axel only few minutes earlier, but I felt I could trust him. I took the keys from my pocket and offered them to him. Axel shook his head, tried to refuse my offer, but I stopped him: “This is not the moment for pride and moral qualms, Axel. You have a family to take care of. Take these keys, and come back tomorrow, when you have the money.”

It took a moment for him to be able to talk with a firm voice, and then he took the keys from my hand and stood up. “Thank you, Mister. I won’t fail you. I’ll be here tomorrow at 7pm.”

When the door closed behind him, I doubted I had done the right thing. Maybe he wouldn’t come back, and I would be forced to evict them. But I already knew I couldn’t. Fuck, what a heartless landlord would force a family of three, with a pregnant wife, to sleep in a car? Not me for sure…

But the next day, at 7pm sharp, Axel was at my door, with a dazzling smile and the two months’ rent in his hand. And from that moment on, at the beginning of every month, punctual like a Swiss clock, he came to my place to pay the rent to the last penny, always with his sincere smile and a thankful glare in his eyes. He still shot furtive and uneasy glances at the drawings on the walls, while walking to my living room, but never once he made any comment or showed any hostility against my lifestyle.

 

~ Troubles ~

It was the 1st of July when, at 7pm sharp, I heard the doorbell ring. I knew it was Axel, bringing with him his beautiful smile and his gorgeous body. An entire year had gone by since I first met him, and by now I knew well he was totally off-limits for me, devoted as he was to his wife and his kids, that in the meantime had become two. I confess that in those months I had fantasized a lot about him, alone in my bed, visualizing his massive hairy pecs and his muscular biceps, and dreaming about what he was packing into his underwear. But alas, all I could get of him was his dazzling smile and his vigorous handshake.

But that day, when I opened the door, there was no dazzling smile to warm my heart. Axel’s expression was tense, serious, and he couldn’t look straight at me when he said: “I need to talk to you, Mister.”

We moved to the living room and sat on the sofa. After a pause, Axel shyly said: “I’m sorry, Mister, but this month I don’t have any money left to pay the rent. Both my kids had an infectious disease, they’re now recovered, but the medications were very expensive. And… the treatment must go on for the next two months.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry…!” – I said, concerned for the health of the kids – “I’m glad that your sons feel better now. Don’t worry about the money, Axel, you’ll pay the rent when you can.”

“No, Mister, I can’t do it. Maybe we can find an alternate way for me to pay the rent, I’m an experienced handyman, I can fix you plumbing, paint the walls, whatever you need.”

I smiled: “If I had something to fix I’d gladly accept your offer, but everything is in perfect order here. But really, you shouldn’t worry…”

Axel stood up and nervously glanced at the homoerotic paintings on the walls, and then, slowly, he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Maybe there is something I can do for you” – he said, picking up his courage, while undoing button after button, until his shirt was completely open, and he shrugged it from his shoulders, making it fall to the floor.

I was speechless. I wanted to say something, I wanted to look at his eyes, but my gaze was glued to his bulging pecs, covered by a forest of dark blond curly hair that surrounded two wide and meaty nipples. Maybe Axel was a little bit overweight, but his torso was as manly as can be, and the love handles around his waist were irresistible.

But the sudden thought that this man, as straight as an arrow, a devoted husband and a loving father, was forcefully bending his own nature to offer himself to me in exchange of few months’ rent hit me like a slap on my face.

“Put the shirt back on, Axel” – I said, standing up and forcing my eyes to meet his – “This can’t be. I… I can’t accept your offer.”

Axel looked hurt by my stern refusal: “Yeah, of course, you’re probably used to more handsome men than me. And more… experienced, too. I thought… I hoped…”

“Axel, why do you want to torture me this way?” – I pleaded – “I can barely stop my hands from groping you beautiful, manly body! But I won’t, I can’t! You know I can’t!”

“Why not?” – Axel mused, suddenly emboldened by the passion and the desire that transpired from my words – “When we first met you urged me to put aside my moral qualms. Now I ask you to put aside yours. I can see that you want me, and I’m going to give you all of me, my offer is sincere.”

While talking, Axel started unbuttoning my shirt; I should’ve stopped him, but his warm voice, his truthful gaze and his gorgeous body clouded my judgment. When the shirt was completely open, he brushed his palms on my chiseled hairless torso, and then, cautiously, he started rolling my nipples between his fingers. It wasn’t the rough pinching that I could expect from a straight guy, it was a gentle and utmost erotic massage that wrung a moan from my mouth.

“W… where have you learned to do that?” – I stuttered, surprised, and he flashed again his shy smile that never failed to make my heart miss a beat: “I… uhm… I watched some gay porn before coming here. And I learned this, too…”

He bent over my chest and darted his tongue to my right nipple, licked it all around, and then closed his lips around the stiff meat cone and sucked hard, making me groan for the sudden rush of pleasure.

My head was spinning. This gorgeous straight man was so determined to please me that he… studied the best gay moves watching porn! I felt like floating in a cloud of desire, and didn’t put up any resistance when he recoiled, took my hand and gently pulled me toward the door. “The bedroom is this way, I guess, right?” – he said, while confidently walking me to my bed.

He took away my shirt and helped me taking my pants and shoes off, leaving me in my underwear; then he slowly unbuttoned his own pants and peeled them down the hairy trunks of his legs. He was wearing the most enticing underwear I’ve ever seen, a wide pouch completely filled by a sizeable manhood, held in place by a thin elastic band cinching his waist; and once again I thought that he’d decided to wear that tempting piece of underwear purposely to make my lust rage. And fuck, he fully succeeded.

His fingers picked the thin waistband and started pulling down, slowly revealing a dense pubic bush, then a thick tube of veiny uncut meat and lastly two plump balls that swayed from side to side while he stepped out of the skimpy briefs.

Without breaking eye contact with me, he lay on the bed, on his back, linked his hands behind his head and bent one leg at the knee. Not even in my wildest fantasies about him he was as gorgeous as he was now, in that pose, offering himself to me unreservedly.

I quickly took off my boxers, making my cock spring up to a raging hard-on. I climbed on the bed, straddled his hips and finally dove my fingers in the dense fur covering his entire torso. I couldn’t get enough of him! How many times I had dreamed of exploring his body with my hands, eagerly examining every detail of his gorgeous body, the toned abs that the thin layer of fat couldn’t conceal, the bulging biceps, the round mounds of his pecs.

I scrambled back and feasted my hands on his massive legs, brushed my fingers on the inner thighs, up to his crotch. I was so engrossed by Axel’s body that I failed to notice that his handsome face was clouded by a worried expression that got darker by the minute.

When I raised one of his legs, to kiss his calf, I heard Axel ask with trembling voice: “Will… Will you hurt me?”

“What you mean?” – I asked, puzzled, and he replied, looking away to hide his shame: “When you take away my manliness. It will hurt, won’t it?”

A gay man would’ve never used those words, referring to his virginity. But Axel was not a gay man: it was now painfully clear that he was a straight guy forcing himself to accept something he felt utterly demeaning and humiliating. And despite the pain he was expecting to feel when I would’ve ‘taken away his manliness’, he was determined not to back off, to go all the way, in order to grant a roof over his family for the next months.

I instantly lost my erection and felt sick of myself: what the hell was I doing? What was I doing to this wonderful man? I’d been so blinded by my desire that I didn’t see the obvious truth.

I scrambled up and took again my initial position, straddling his waist, leaned over his face and looked straight in his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes now veiled with shame and doubt. I felt the urge to lean down and lock my lips to his, in a sweet, passionate kiss; but I resisted it: those lips, that manly mouth surrounded by a neatly trimmed beard were his wife’s undisputed kingdom, and I had no right to violate it.

 

~ Axel’s manliness is safe ~

“Forgive me, Axel” – I murmured – “I should’ve stopped this… crazy thing since the beginning. I was carried away by my desire. Because I do desire you, Axel, I can’t deny it; I can’t deny that I have fantasies about you and that since the day we first met I yearned for… something I can’t ask you. Don’t be ashamed, Axel. It’s me who should be ashamed, letting you offer me something you’d regret to have offered me, tomorrow. But please trust me: I would’ve never ‘taken away your manliness’, or humiliated you. I wanted to worship your gorgeous body, pay homage to your masculinity, make you writhe with unrestrained pleasure, not give you pain. Better leave these things secluded into my fantasies. Go back to your wife, and tell her to take care of your kids, and not to worry about the rent, for three months, four, or how long it’s necessary.”

I moved to climb off the bed but Axel suddenly held me by my arm, still boring his gaze into my eyes: “W… What do you… do to me in your fantasies?”

I was surprised by Axel curiosity, and my surprise grew even more when I felt the unmistakable pressure of his hardening cock against my back.

“Are you sure you want to know?” – I enquired, and my heart skipped another beat when he flashed his shy smile: “Please, yes, Mister…”

I smiled back to him and breathed: “What was that you saw in those porn videos? Ah, yes, this…” – and I leaned over to his chest, still straddling his hips, to let my tongue meet the very tip of his right nipple, while the left one fell under the gentle assault of my expert fingers. Axel drew a ragged breath and shut his eyes, arching his torso; his manly meat twitched so hard that slapped my bottom, and he let out a long moan. Fuck, straight men are always clueless about the pleasure of a good tit-work.

My lips and my tongue worked their way to the deep grove between his pecs, and then down to his belly, playing with the thick body hair. Axel’s abs were hard and soft at the same time, like a warm wool cloth covering an anvil. I followed the faint creases of his abs down to the crotch, digging my fingers in the dense bush at the base of his cock, and stood for a moment staring at that icon of manliness: it was thick and veiny, as rigid as a steel bar; the ridge of the helmet was clearly visible under the stretched foreskin.

I reverently curled my fingers around the throbbing shaft and peeled down the foreskin, revealing the dark pink head wet with precum. I shot a glance at Axel, to be sure he really wanted me to go on, and in his eyes I could clearly read his excitement, his marveled desire to cross that line. A faint nod from him was all I needed to get, and I lowered my closed lips on the engorged glans, to give it a tender kiss.

As promised, I was paying homage to Axel’s manliness, and that submissive gesture clearly put the storm raging in his mind at ease, he flashed an uncertain smile and murmured: “It… It doesn’t stop there, does it?”

“Oh, no, there’s more…” – I replied with a wink – “There’s much, much more…”

The moment my mouth closed around the stiff cock and I started sucking, Axel tilted his head back, pressing it on the pillow, and groaned: “Oh God…!”. His fingers started gripping and releasing the bedsheets in sync with my mouth sliding up and down the long shaft. I was not a rookie, I knew how to suck a cock, and damn I wanted to give to Axel something he would’ve hardly forgotten. My experienced throat opened up to welcome the fat helmet and brushed the sensitive skin in a mind-blowing way, while Axel went on blurring his litany of “Holy shit”, “Fuuuck”, “Jesus” and even a few “This is insane…!”

I smiled inwardly, constantly checking him, as I didn’t want to push him too far, I wanted to keep him there, on the unstable edge of the abyss, but never letting him fall. Call me evil, but I wanted to give him something that no woman, not even his wife, could ever give him; and looking at him squirming and gasping under my ministrations told me I was on the right path.

Though engrossed in sucking Axel’s wondrous cock, I didn’t fail to notice that not once he put his hands on my head, not once he forced me down onto his greedy member, no matter how excruciating was for him the need to cum. He had the body of a rough laborer, but deep inside he was a gentleman; and such a display of self-control and respect deserved a prize.

I recoiled and looked up at him; he was panting hard, and the pleading glance he shot at me was so intense that it almost looked hilarious.

“Don’t worry, stud” – I joked, easily guessing his thoughts – “I won’t leave you in your misery. You actually deserve a reward for your courage: today you crossed many boundaries, and you’re ready to cross the last one.”

Again, the handsomeness of his features was clouded by a tense expression. He shut his jaws, looked aside and silently bent both legs at the knee, giving me a glimpse of the impenetrable forest protecting his most sacred place. The innocence and the bravery of that gesture moved something deep inside me; I pushed down his knees and rolled on the bed next to him, on my back.

“This is your reward, Axel” – I said in a sensual voice, bending my legs at the hip and holding them up and apart – “Come and get it…”

“You… You want me to…” – Axel stuttered, surprised and relieved, and I replied: “Yes. Please. Be my man, Axel, and let me be yours. Make my fantasies come true.”

In less than a second he was over me, looking down at my eyes with an uncertain glance; and for a moment I thought that he was going to shove his sizeable manhood inside me, all at once, as if my tight hole was a sloppy cunt. But he proved me wrong.

Axel quickly recoiled, as if he’d suddenly remembered something important; he spat twice on his fingers and started smearing his spit on my hole, gently, and after a short while I felt a stronger pressure on my anus, and two thick fingers painfully forced open my ring.

I gasped and he stopped in his track, worried to have hurt me. I smiled and said: “Porn videos don’t tell the entire story. Here…” – I added, reaching out to the nightstand and taking a small bottle of lube and a condom – “Use plenty of lube, and take your time. You have such a massive cock, and I want to enjoy every inch of it…”

The restrained grin of pride that appeared on Axel’s face, hearing such a praise for his manly endowment, warmed my heart. Apparently, the women Axel met in his life rarely felt the need to tell him how lucky they felt, having such a man in their bed. Or more probably, most of them were convinced that Axel was the lucky one. Women…

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the feeling of a thick, well-lubed finger intruding into my ass. Gee, the man was a quick learner! He was gentle, caring, but there were no doubts whatsoever as to whom my ass belonged in that moment. Axel’s hand was eagerly exploring my depths, with manly determination, and when he added a second finger I didn’t feel anything but a delightful pleasure.

“One more.” – I whispered after a while, and soon replied to Axel’s silent question: “A man needs to be prepared properly. Add a third finger, and loosen my hole a little more, get me ready for you.”

Axel was more than happy to comply, and his cock never lost a fraction of its stiffness, until I was more than ready to be filled by his gorgeous rod. He rolled the condom on his cock with the confidence that comes from a long experience, and positioned himself on my rear entry. I was a bit anxious: despite the preparation, being stretched by Axel’s thick cock required time and tender care, and I wondered whether Axel really knew what he was doing.

But Axel was now, at long last, in his element. He smiled down at me, giving me a warm, confident glance, and said in a low voice: “Now leave everything to me.”

His eyes never left me while, inch by inch, his stiff cock crawled its way into my depths. I looked up at him with wide eyes, as the penetration seemed to never end: every time I thought he was all inside me, he added another inch, and then another one. “Oh, fuck… Fuck…!” – I moaned with coarse voice, and he joked: “Yeah, that’s the idea…”

I was swept away by the incredible feeling. Again, I was not a rookie, I had been fucked by many a cock in my life, but damn, Axel had something special between his legs, and knew well how to get most out of it. He continuously changed pace and deepness of his thrusts, turning his love-making into a ride on the rollercoaster. High in the sky, then a moment of stillness before the breakneck run down, sharp bends, surprising change of planes. Axel’s fuck was all of this, and more.

I forced my eyes open, as I didn’t want to miss a single inch of his gorgeous hairy torso swaying confidently over me, a single twitch of his bulging biceps, a single sign of pleasure on his face. Axel didn’t fuck me only with his cock, but with every ounce of his body, and with every ethereal inch of his soul. I had pleaded him to be my man, and that’s what he was giving to me. I melted into his powerful arms, drowned inside his beautiful blue eyes, and was blinded by the heart-warming light of his smile.

Another change of pace, that became frantic. He was quickly climbing to the peak of his pleasure. Axel stood upright on his knees, without ever missing a beat, and reached out to my cock, that by now was oozing so much precum that I wondered how much of it a man can produce. I was worried that this straight man, who had already bent so much his nature, was forcing himself to stroke my cock, and shook my head: “You don’t have to, Axel…”

“I’m not going to cum, if you don’t cum with me, man…” – he growled, clearly putting a great effort in holding back his pleasure. That ultimate gesture of caring attention blew my mind. I instantly stiffened, held my breath and the most massive orgasm I had memory of exploded all at once in my groin. I felt warm jets of cum splatting on my face, my neck and my torso, while my balls gave all they could give, and then some.

A low growled “Fuuuck!” told me that Axel had hit his climax, too, and I forcefully kept my eyes open, to watch for the first and last time in my life that wonderful man lost in the throes of his pleasure. The image of Axel, with his head tilted back, his entire body spasming and twitching for the excruciating pleasure, was a memory I never wanted to forget.

After a few long moments, Axel crashed on the mattress, next to me, heaving for the exertion and keeping his eyes closed. I looked at him with a bit of apprehension: was he going to quickly grab his clothes and rush away, like a thief in the night, regretting to have made love to me? I knew that I would’ve never forgiven myself, if he did so.

When his breath was almost normal, he opened his eyes and looked around the room, pensively. I held my breath, waiting for his move.

He pointed his chin to a couple of very explicit homoerotic drawings hung on the wall and said: “I should’ve looked at them with more attention. If I took inspiration from them I could’ve given you much a better fuck…”

“Better than that??” – I gasped, and Axel’s laughter boomed in the room. I couldn’t help but heartily laugh with him. He then looked at me, smiling, and I stroked his bearded face: “Freshen up and go back to your wife. It’s late. She must be wondering what kept you away so long…”

“Oh, well, fixing your plumbing was a harder work then it seemed…!”

“Now that’s the gayest joke I’ve ever heard!” – I laughed out loud – “Go away, quick, or soon you’ll be borrowing my pink shirts!”

When, after a short while, I walked him to the main door, he turned to me and said: “Thank you, Mister. Thank you for everything.”

“Are you… thanking me?” – I asked, stunned, and he flashed again his shy smile, that always made my heart skip a beat. “Yes, Mister. I thank you for showing me that being a man has nothing to do with what you do in bed… or with whom. You let me… make love to you, you let me be your man, but not for a single moment I saw your confidence, your manliness, waver. In that bed, you’ve been… more man than me, if it makes sense. As a matter of fact, you did in stride what I was scared to do.”

I was hit by Axel’s words. Gee, a gorgeous man with an open mind and top-notch brain to go with it. I could fall for someone like Axel. Hard.

“There’s not a ranking. Every man is man in his own special way. And some…” – I added, placing my hand on his chest – “are men in a very special way. I’m only sorry that I won’t see you for the next two or three months: remember, no rent is due until your kids are completely recovered.”

“Another thing to thank you for” – Axel replied, and went away.

 

~ Epilogue ~

I didn’t have to wait three months to see Axel again: at the beginning of the next month, at 7pm sharp, I heard the doorbell ring and there he was, with his sparkling sincere eyes and his dazzling smile.

We walked to the living room, and I noticed that now Axel looked at the paintings on the wall with an amused grin, and an occasionally surprised expression, as if he was thinking “can two men really do that??”

We sat on the sofa and he gave me an envelope; inside, there was the rent for the past month and for the next. I shook my head and said: “I told you, Axel, no rent was due until the kids were recovered, I can’t accept your money.”

Axel looked at me and replied, serious: “Please Mister, take it. If you don’t, you will make me feel… dirty. Don’t let me feel like I’ve sold myself for money. I was in need, back then, you helped me and I wanted to give you something you yearned for, but while doing it I got as much as I gave you, if not more. I don’t want money to have anything to do with that. Besides, I was promoted to team leader, and I got a nice bonus. My wage is much better now… which leads to the other thing I have to tell you.”

He paused, frowned, and said in a low voice: “I’m leaving your apartment, Mister. At the end of the week.”

I looked away, trying to hide a sudden pain. That was a goodbye, I would’ve never seen him again. “Tell me that your moving out from my apartment has nothing to do with what happened, Axel.”

He smiled sadly: “That is actually what makes moving out very hard for me. I will miss our monthly meetings. But now that I can afford it, I want my family to live in a larger house, it’s hard to raise two kids in one bedroom and a kitchenette.”

“I guess it is…” – I mumbled, while my hands nervously crumpled the envelope with Axel’s money. Axel noticed my distress and placed a hand over mine, to stop them. “I have to go, now. I wish you all the best, Mister. You’ll soon find someone who will give you what I couldn’t.”

He stood up and I followed suit; not a word was said while we walked to the main door. I was about to turn the handle when he shot at me a thoughtful glance and said: “We both have some beautiful memories to cherish. Let’s add a last one.”

He took me into his powerful arms and gave me a long, passionate kiss. I felt his beard tickle my face and his tongue explore with manly determination every recess of my mouth; and then his tongue receded, allowing me to enter the forbidden wet cave that was his wife’s exclusive kingdom. 

For one last, unforgettable time he was my man, and I was his.

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