Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 07:10:47 +0000
From: James B. <azberan@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Renter Chapter 1

Disclaimer:  This story involves sex between two consenting
adult males.  Do not read this if you are under age or if
the adult content in this story is illegal where you are.
This story contains mature content, reader discretion is
advised.

Themes: Gay sex, married family man, college student,
domination, work out.

Chapter 1

     My wife asked me to put out the ads as soon as possible
on craigslist, on the local paper, or wherever to find a
renter for our newly finished basement suite.  It was going
to be our little mortgage helper.  The monthly payments we
got from the basement suite would not only help pay for the
house faster, but we'd also be able to put some money away
for a rainy day, or even help put a dent on the kids' future
college tuition.  The basement was large and we decided to
cut it into half.  One half was going to be the little gym
(and storage room - a concession for my wife) that I've
always wanted, and the other was going to be a basement
sweet.  Even though it was only half of the floor, it was
still quite large, enough for a good sized living room with
a kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom.

     The add was simple enough, describing the size and the
look of the suite, I even attached a couple of photos on the
craigslist add to showcase the look of the space.  I
included all the other necessary information like monthly
payments, laundry and transit accessibility, etc. My wife
and I are pretty nice folk, so our rent wasn't that
expensive, not wanting to take advantage.  Some people would
probably say that it was too kind but that's what we were
comfortable with.  Lea, my wife, had no pre-requisites for
whoever rented the space just as long as they were
responsible and made their payments in time.  We also threw
in access to the gym that I built as an added bonus.  It
made sense since there was a door that connected it to the
adjoining suite.

     Because of our great location and our cheap rent
payment, it wasn't very long after I posted the add that we
got a flood of inquiries coming in.  There were a whole
bunch of people ranging from immigrants who were just
starting out, professionals who wanted a place that was
cheap and close to work, to students who were attending the
local college that was a short bus ride from our block.  It
took us weeks to do the interviews, calling and interviewing
person to person, but there was one guy in particular that I
couldn't quite forget.

     His name was Kai, a 23 year-old who had just started
attending the local college taking Film classes.  He was
kind, he was polite, and he was also quite well read,
intelligent with a certain amount of wisdom to articulate
all his intelligence.  He had a steady job, although he
didn't specify what, and he had quite a lot of references
that praised his responsibility from various previous
employers, and all of them seemed to check out.  He was
quite personable and won over my wife quite quickly, very
charming really.  I suppose that it helped that he was
attractive.  Very, very attractive.

     There was a certain ruggedness about him, a demeanor
that oozed masculinity.  When I checked his driver's license
for the record it said that he was 6'3" and 175 lbs.  He had
dirty brown hair and dark brown chocolate eyes.  When we
first interviewed him he had a 5 o'clock shadow on his face
that accentuated his sharp features, his wide jaw, his
prominent cheekbones, and the slight indent of a chin
dimple.

     When we talked I found out that he was a very active
man, preferring to bike to work and school than driving,
although he did have a car.  He was the outdoorsy type of
guy, who liked to camp, hike, and fish.  I asked if that was
the focus of his films studies, nature settings that is.  He
gave an awkward kind of cough and a coy smile before
responding "not really".  I just shrugged and let it go.

     My wife liked him and was actually the one who was
fighting for him to be the renter.  But her motives were
quite transparent.  The guy reminded her a bit of our eldest
son, who was turning seventeen soon, and when he said that
he didn't really have any family in the province and that he
was basically on his own in the area, having moved out of
the urban area where he used to live downtown and into a
more suburban neighbourhood at the outskirts of the city.
But this area was a close transit and bike ride from the
college he was attending, and apparently he already got a
job in the downtown core (that is the 'downtown' of our
rather suburban area, not the downtown of the whole city).
I gathered that he apparently worked in one of the stores in
the small 3 block business district fifteen minutes away
transit from our home.  It was no wonder that he was quite
excited about the prospect of living in our basement.  But I
digress, yes, my wife was a bit of an old softie and she
started picturing our own son going through this someday,
and in her mind she created a scenario where a similarly
nice people would be able to offer our son similar
opportunities.  Karma, she called it.

     So with a few signatures he was now our official
renter.

     In just a few days time he had moved in and had made
himself at home.  He had a separate entrance at the rear of
the house, his own kitchen, laundry and drier, and his own
parking spot.  He was quite ecstatic with the arrangement.
On the first night he officially spent in our house my wife
invited him over for dinner.

     The kids were home and I was able to leave work early
to help her out as well.  He came over at around half past
six, but we didn't eat until seven.

     He met my kids, all three of my boys, our eldest Colby
at sixteen, and our middle child Ken at ten, and our
youngest Jaimie at the precocious age of five.  We laughed,
we talked, and we enjoyed ourselves.  Being a film student
my sons grilled him with all sorts of Hollywood related
questions.  But Kai just laughed it all off and answered
their questions in kind.

     But the entire time that we were eating I was hard
pressed not to stare at him all night long.  There was
something about Kai that drew my eyes towards him.  The way
his body moved and how his various muscles twitched under
his slightly tight shirt every time he moved, or his sexy
smile.  I sat at the head of the table, with my wife to my
right, and Kai sat to my left.  At times when we chatted and
he leaned close to me so I'd be overheard over my sons' loud
chatter, over Jaimie's high pitched squeaks while Lea fussed
over him, I could smell his musk, the scent of his skin.  I
doubted he was wearing any cologne or any of the sort, but
there was something about his scent that drew me, and
aroused me.  It took all my effort to move my eyes away from
his neck.  For a moment I thought he might have caught me
checking him out, noticing a slight impish grin on his face,
but I wrote it off as a product of my imagination.  It was
also the prime time for Jaimie to have a snowball fight with
everyone in the room using the mashed potatoes, and time for
Kai to have left after endless apologies from my wife and I.

     Due to the ho-hum schedule of our daily lives, my wife
and I work, the kids go to school, Jaimie goes to day-care,
for the first month or so we actually saw very little of Kai
other than the occasional time when our paths crossed when I
was heading in from work or when I was heading out of the
house, but those times we just exchange the courtesy hi's
and hello's.

     Usually in the evenings, before I go to bed, I would go
down to the gym in our half of the basement and work out.  I
wanted to keep in shape, or at least maintain the shape that
I had going out of high school.  I was now thirty-eight
years old, and standing at an even 6'0", with short cropped
black hair and a persistent five o'clock shadow, and I was
about a respectable a hundred and seventy five pounds.  Not
pure muscle, mind you, a bit of fat here and there and a
slight indent of a beer belly, but since I was never a heavy
drinker my stomach was still quite flat.  I had excellent
biceps, triceps, as well as an impressive chest that my wife
always liked.  I had hair on my chest that thinned and
trailed down my abs to my crotch, which also dusted
adequately my arms and my legs, but thankfully I had no hair
on my back, although tufts of hair on my chest would stick
out of the neck of my t-shirts.  My legs were in great shape
too, running in the morning was the one thing in my routine
that I never got rid off.  But because of the heavy workload
this past month, it meant that I had to stay at work longer
and get home later, and when I did, I was too exhausted to
work out.  By now my body was feeling kind of flabby and
weak.  Although it seemed I still looked the same in the
mirror, I knew if I didn't pick up the weights and went back
to my regimen soon, I'd loose all the work I've done to
myself in the past years.  So when I got home I was intent
on hitting the gym.

     After dinner and bidding the wife and early good night,
she was going to work early in the morning, I headed down to
the basement in shorts and a shirt with a towel in hand to
work out.  I did all the necessary warm ups, stretching my
muscles before doing any of the lifting, and doing some of
the yoga that my wife had taught me that would help
strengthen my core and warm up my muscles.  After about
twenty minutes of this, I headed off into a weight-lifting
station and started my work out.

     It wasn't twenty minutes later when the basement suite
door opened and Kai walked through.  And he was only wearing
a pair of black shorts.

     "Oh, hey Chris.  What's up?  First time seeing you
here."  He said amicably, clutching a towel in his left
hand.

     I was surprised, to say the least, that I almost
dropped the dumb bells that I was clutching.  I got up to
greet him and shake his hand, using a lot of effort to not
stare at his body but instead use my peripheral vision to
check him out.

     He was fit.  Very fit.  At the edges of my vision,
making sure my eyes never strayed from his, I could tell
that his body had heavy muscle definition.  His shoulders
were well muscled, and his chest was broad with a light
covering of black hair that trailed down between his six
pack abs and into a navel that I could just see at the very
bottom part of my field of vision.  His arms were well
muscled, and his forearms looked sturdy, and this was
conveyed in his strong handshake.  He looked like a marine.

     But the most distinguishing feature that I could see
was the large black swirling tattoo that covered his upper
arm, up his shoulders, stopping just at the base of his
neck, and down and over his right pec, extending close to
his right nipple which, I think, had a small silver barbell
piercing through it.

     "Hey Kai," I greeted, "yeah. I haven't been in here the
past month unfortunately.  Work has been keeping me in later
than I would have liked since there's so much to do, and by
the time I get home I'm too exhausted to keep up with my
routine.  But I'm hoping to change that."

     "Well I'm glad bud," he said with one of the sexiest
smiles I've ever seen, punching my shoulders lightly.  "You
going to lift?  I'll spot you, come on."

     "Uh. sure." I shrugged.

     He turned around and smiled a crooked smile.  "You
don't mind that I work out shirtless do you?"  He asked,
running a hand through his body as he said that.

     I think some phlegm suddenly caught in my throat.  "Not
at all, we're all guys here."

     "Well then why don't you take yours off too then?"  He
asked offhandedly before changing the weights at the end of
the barbell.

     I laughed at that.  "I'm not sure I'm confident enough
to take my shirt off around you right now.  You're a pretty
fit guy."

     He turned and looked at me with an impish smile.  "You
think so, eh?"

     "Well yeah, I mean look at you man.  You're built like
a marine."  I tried to say this as offhandedly as I could.

     "Well I noticed that you're not so bad yourself."
After he said this he grabbed my shirt and pulled it up and
off my head so smoothly and quickly that I didn't even have
time to react.  "There we go, now you won't ruin this shirt,
right?"  he winked and laughed.

     He looked at me up and down, his eyes raking down my
body and for the longest moment I suddenly felt self-
conscious, and aroused.

     "You're a pretty fit guy yourself Chris.  You have
nothing to be shy about." He winked at me.  "Now come on,
why don't you do some bench presses and I'll spot you."

     I didn't say anything else.  I lay down on the bench
and grabbed the barbell and started breathing as evenly as I
could.

     "You ready bud?"  He asked.

     I just answered with a grunt and lifted the weighs.
After a few reps, my breathing started to get strained, and
Kai started encouraging me by saying things like "push it
Chris, push it buddy, yeah, you can do it".  It worked and I
was able to gather more energy to make more reps, but the
further along we got the more. different his encouragements
became.  The word buddy was now replaced with the word,
"bitch", saying things along the lines of "do it bitch, push
it, push it, do it you fucking pussy, lift it bitch".  But
as I was doing my best not to clench my jaw too hard and at
the same time make even breaths, and also trying very, very,
hard not to be distracted by the view of the huge bulge in
his shorts, that I said nothing of it.  So when I finally
finished the reps that I could do and placed the barbells
back in the stand, I was surprised when he said "that's all
you're doing, bit of a little bitch aren't ya?"

     I struggled to sit up, still panting for air.  I was
too tired to be too surprised, but I was able to wheeze out
an "excuse me?"

     "Oh come on man, I know you can do better than that.
Or can't you?  Maybe you're just a little bitch after all."

     By this time he had walked around and moved in front of
me.  His crotch was at my eye level, and when I looked up I
saw him looking down with a look I've never seen before.  It
was a look both of lust and condemnation.  He moved his hand
and started rubbing his crotch with his hands.

     "I've seen you checking me out.  That time during
dinner when you couldn't take your eyes off my chest, or was
it my neck?  And every time we chatted for a bit in the
garage, or the backyard, or the walkway, how your eyes
darted back and forth between my face and my body and my
crotch."  He said this with a deep and heavy voice.  "You've
been lusting after this like a little whore haven't you?"

     It was then that he grabbed the back of my head and
pushed it into his crotch.  I struggled and tried to push
him away, but he just grabbed both of my wrists and gathered
them in a strong hold with both of his hands, folded them to
the back of my head and once again pushed my face into his
crotch while lightly locking my wrists.

     "Breathe it in bitch, smell my dick.  This is what
you've been wanting right?  Maybe not consciously, but I
could tell.  I've seen your look a hundred times."

     With my face in his hands and with me still trying to
catch my breath, it was inevitable that I did breathe in,
and I breathed in deeply.  I then caught the scent of his
musk, the concentrated scent from his crotch.  A tangy,
salty smell of sweat and cock.  Similar to a used brief, or
the smell you get in a locker room, but more potent.  And to
my surprise, I found it erotic.  My dick began to harden
and, unconsciously, my mouth started to open.

     I heard him chuckling then, in between my deep breaths.
I didn't even notice that he had let go of my wrists and I
had grabbed on to his thigh, pulling his crotch closer to
me.

     "I knew it.  I knew you were a little cock slut.  Fuck
I love dilfs (*Note: "Dad's I'd Like To Fuck")."  He said.

     I didn't know what he meant but I just kept on
breathing in his scent, my mouth hanging open, his bulge
pushing as much as it could inside it.  Then without warning
he pulled down his shorts and his jockstrap aside, his dick
now in plain view in front of me.

     "Right, I don't know how much time we have left so
unfortunately we can't do this the way I'd want it too, plus
I'm so fucking horny man, so for now you'll suck me off."
He said this as he walked closer to me, his large cock
standing straight and erect.

     It was big, bigger than mine, probably at around nine
inches long, and was quite thick.  I wondered fleetingly
what the girth was.

     At that moment I probably shouldn't have sat agape in
surprise.  He quickly pushed his cock in, not even preparing
me for the event.

     "Watch your teeth, but even a little slut like you,
virgin as you are, should still know how to suck a cock.
It's in your blood right?  Like nature.  Yeah, see that's
it.  You're not using your teeth, and you're using your
tongue.  Fuck yeah, suck that cock bitch.  You're a
natural."  He said as he pumped his cock in and out of my
mouth.

     It took me a while to get the breathing correctly and
even, to take it in without chocking.  But he didn't stop
even when I tried to pull away, he just kept on pumping his
cock in my mouth.  But eventually I got used to it all, and
even started to enjoy it a bit, and notice other things.

     Although his cock was hard, the skin of his dick was
soft and it felt great on my tongue.  I also enjoyed the
smell of his crotch, it was like that odd combination of
sweet and rancid cock cheese smell that all guys get, but
his was like this surprisingly attractive aroma for me.  I
couldn't quite get his whole cock in my mouth, but he seemed
to have been pleased with the amount that I could take in.
I pumped the rest with my hands, the shaft lubed by the
drool that I couldn't swallow as he kept on pumping his dick
into me.  Occasionally I would turn my eyes up as he pumped
my mouth full of his cock to look at his expression.  He was
looking down at me with a look of pure lust.  He was
caressing my jaw with one hand and clutching my hair with
the other while pumping his dick in and out of my mouth.

     Looking up I saw that he had other tattoos, and it was
indeed a nipple ring that I saw earlier, one on his right
thigh that arched to half of his pelvis, and went down and
out to his upper thigh.

     After minutes of sucking and jacking him off, I
actually began to enjoy it quite a bit.  Even enjoying
listening to his moaning and groaning as my mouth serviced
him.  I enjoyed the moments when he threw his head back with
pleasure, even enjoying the moments when he berated and
complimented me in the same sentence.  "Yeah, such a good
cock sucker, fuck.  You want my cum bitch?"

     But before I could even think about it, he pumped into
my throat hard, hitting the back of my throat that I gagged.
He had plunged in deeper than what I had been taking in the
whole while.  If I hadn't been so surprised and how the pump
occurred so quickly, I probably would have pushed his dick
out.  But he had started to cum in my mouth.  I tried to
move my mouth off of his cock, but he just held my head with
his hands as he filled my mouth with his seed.

     "No, no.  Drink all my cum slut, yeah.  I know you'll
like this.  Drink it you fucking cum whore."  He growled as
I coughed and sputtered, struggling to swallow as much of
his enormous load as I could.  I was forced to breathe in
through my nose as his cock filled my mouth.  When he
started to slowly pull out of my mouth he was still coming
and, with my mouth still wide open, I could feel the strings
of cum still landing on my tongue.  It was warm, thick,
salty, and sticky on my tongue and lips.  But I lapped it
all up like a whore.  Some dribbled down my chin, and when
he had taken his cock out of my mouth he started rubbing it
all over my face, my skin becoming sticky with his load.

     "And that's what sluts are supposed to look like."  Kai
said with that cocky smile of his.

     Then with a chuckle and a smile he turned and walked to
retrieve his towel and his shorts and jockstrap.

     "Well, I'm certainly going to enjoy living here.
Especially now that I know I have my very own bitch."  He
said with a wink before walking off, leaving me to myself,
my face covered in his cum and a sizeable bulge in my
shorts.

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