After landing my first job I moved into a new apartment. Landlord and his nephew definitely made me feel right at home. Uncle Evan enjoyed feet, rimming and fucking me as I sucked his nephew Spencer.
Thursday night just as I was getting ready to turn off the tv and get ready for bed, I heard a faint knock on the door. Keith entered the apartment slowly and just stood in the living room area. "Could I maybe try to suck you?" he said.
The pizza arrived and we sat mostly quiet watching the game and drinking some beers. Keith and I talked casually, commenting a few times on the game. I couldn't help watching Keith out of the corner of my eye. He was a really good-looking man, but generally older than the guys I typically messed around with.
I was so tired from a long day that I didn't want to even consider any form of sexual activity. "Yeah sure" I said with a half laugh. I approached Keith and sunk to my knees in front of him. As my eyes came into level with his cock, I couldn't help noticing the bulge had already formed.
I changed into some sweats and my team jersey just to rub it in Keith's face then straightened up the place and waited for him to arrive. I heard a knock and opened the door and we both broke out in laughter. Keith was in sweats and had his team jersey on.
Ashton Courtenay is an 18 year old emo twink who wakes up abruptly in the morning to find his rent is far past due in his ghetto apartment complex, to which he must decide if he wants to make a deal with his much older black landlord now or face future consequences later....
A young college student rents a room in a private home off campus, and becomes the personal property of his landlord, along with the other residents of the house.
"Mr. Barker was the landlord of the apartment building I was living in while I was in college...I spent almost half my time pondering how I could get in the sack with him. Within the first month of moving into the building, I got my chance." 25-year-old Mark has the hots for his older landlord. One hot summer afternoon, his wish is granted.
Hands that touched the soles of my feet and slid them to one side, parting my legs gently, and allowing cool air to explore around the tops of my legs where my football shorts hung soft and silky around my thighs.