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"You have reached 11110 72nd Avenue Northwest," Siri told me.
So I grabbed my phone, unbuckled my seatbelt, and turned off the engine to my 2016 Honda Civic. I slid my phone into my back pocket while walking up to the house.
After ringing the doorbell, Mrs. McLachlan opened the door a few seconds later. She smiled brightly, her green eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Hi," Mrs. McLachlan greeted. "You must be Kevin Halsing."
I accepted the proffered hand and replied, "Yep. Good to meet you, Mrs. McLachlan."
"You can call me Pat," the woman told me kindly. "Come in. Can I get you something to drink?"
"I'm fine, thank you," I answered, walking into the large house. "I'm actually in kind of a hurry. I don't mean to be pushy, but I'm viewing another basement suite in the northeast in an hour."
"Okay," Pat said brightly. "Shall we go see the basement?"
"Sure. How much is rent and damage deposit again?"
"The rent is $800.00 per month due on the first of each month. The tenant will have until 6:00pm to pay, otherwise my husband and I will issue an eviction notice. The damage deposit is $400.00, which will sit in our safety deposit box. Oh, this is my son Victor. Victor, this is Kevin Halsing, possible basement tenant."
The adorable 4'7" boy sat his glass of juice on the kitchen counter, and said, "Hi."
Victor was absolutely stunning. His blonde hair hung in soft waves to his chin. He had his mom's green eyes, but his were shiny, bright, and big. The apples of his cheeks had heavy dustings of red-brown freckles, which only added to his beauty. And his voice! Loud but soft, and very evident that he was not yet going through the throes of puberty.
"How's it going, bud?" I asked the boy, shaking his little hand.
"Good."
While opening the door to the basement, Pat then said, "Victor just turned 10 last week. He starts the 5th grade next week. What are you studying again?"
"I am pre-med," I answered. "Starting my senior year next week. Going into either cardiology or obstetrics and gynaecology."
"So you're 20? 21?"
"21, ma'am."
"Well, as discussed in our emails, the basement comes fully furnished. All brand new furniture. This is the living room. This L-shaped suede sofa seats 6, and reclines. 50 inch Smart TV is hooked up to our Telus plan, and we can give you a password to connect to our wifi.
"This is the kitchen. It's fully equipped with dishes, cookware, and utensils."
"This place is so big," I said appreciatively.
"The whole basement measures 1,600 square feet," Pat said, almost boasting. "This door through your kitchen leads to the shared laundry room. Greg and I will not do laundry past 7:00pm so as not to disturb you."
"Do laundry whenever you want," I told the woman. "I'm good with noise."
"Good to know. Over there is the private entrance into the basement. It locks by the knob and a deadbolt, and if you decide to rent, we will provide you with the security code for the alarm system. The keypad is right there by the stairs."
"Awesome."
"There's only one bedroom down here. But it comes with a walk-in closet, and a large bathroom."
"This place is so big," I said, amazed. "Why's the rent so cheap?"
"I knew you'd ask that," Pat said with a smile. "Greg and I have date nights every Thursday and need someone to watch Victor. Also because Victor is very sociable and comes and goes when Greg and I don't keep track of him."
I shrugged and told the woman, "Victor is free to come and go. I have a PS4 and Victor is free to play video games with me. PG13, I promise."
"First person shooters are fine," Pat replied. "He has all the Call of Duties and Battlefront and a whole bunch more. So you're taking the basement?"
"Depends," I said with a small shrug. "Can my girlfriend visit and spend nights? She has her own apartment, so she won't be moving in here."
"That's no problem. Victor knows to knock, but the upstairs door locks from this side if that makes you feel comfortable. One big rule is no smoking in here and no parties."
"I don't smoke, and I go drinking at bars or frats."
"Are you in a frat?" Pat asked, looking genuinely interested.
"No. A couple of my football bros are in Pi Beta Phi."
"So you play football? That's how you keep your bod so tight."
"Yeah," I said with a smirk, running my hand down my cotton-covered, sculpted stomach. "It's hard work."
"I- umm..." Pat cleared her throat, clearly infatuated. "I would imagine so. Greg has a gym on the main floor that you would be free to use. If you decide to rent."
"I wanna rent it. I can pay you an extra $100 to move in tomorrow."
"Okay. That sounds reasonable. Do you work?"
"No. My parents started my college savings when my mom was still pregnant. But my grades weren't satisfying them, so they made me quit football, or I'd be paying for uni myself. I can afford to live off campus because I got a pre-med scholarship."
A week after moving into the McLachlan's basement, I was sitting on the sofa playing Assassin's Creed when there was a knock at the basement door. So I called for the guest to come in. Victor, the gorgeous little boy, came down.
"Victor!" I said enthusiastically. "My man! What's up, little dude?"
"Nothing," Victor replied, sitting on the other side.
"I'm almost done this mission," I told the boy. "Want to play multiplayer in a minute?"
"Okay."
While I played the mission, I saw Victor in my peripheral. He was trying to be discreet in checking out my sculpted, slightly hairy muscles.
"How's your first week of school, V?" I asked, still keeping my blue eyes trained on the television.
Victor didn't answer verbally, but shrugged non-committally. I could still see the blonde trying to be discreet in checking my shirtless frame out. He was driving me insane. The thrill of such a sexy little boy appreciating my body was getting me hard.
When my character killed a Templar in the video game, I stood from the sofa unabashedly. My 8 inch prick was making a very obscene tent in my grey gym shorts.
While grabbing another controller out of the entertainment centre drawer, Victor said, "You have a boner."
"Yeah," I said with a chuckle. "It does that sometimes. I can't always control it."
I handed the controller to the boy, whose green eyes were flicking between the controller and my crotch. His face was colouring a deep shade of red.
"My first week back at uni is going good," I told Victor, trying to make conversation. "Miss football though."
"Wh-why'd you have to quit?" the boy asked.
"My parents told me that I had to get at least A-minuses in all of classes, or they'd cut me off my college fund. I got two B's last semester, so my parents made me quit football to focus on school. You gotta ace all of your classes, okay?"
"Whatever," Victor replied, hitting buttons rapidly as we were battling Templars.
An hour later, I told Victor, "Time to scoot, little dude. I'm gonna shower and go out to a party."
"Are you sure it's okay that I'm here?" Brittany asked as I unlocked the basement entrance.
"Yeah," I answered. "The McLachlan's don't care."
I noticed the basement door to the main house was open, and PS4 controller was no longer on the coffee table where I'd left it, but was sitting on the sofa. Little Victor must have been in the basement, I was sure.
"C'mon," Brittany pleaded, pulling me into my bedroom. "I missed you so much, babe."
In my bedroom, while heavily making out with my girlfriend, I saw the closet door open marginally. This caused me to smile against Brittany's lips. It also caused my half-hard dick to rise to full mast. So I hastily peeled the girl's tee over her head and unhooked her bra.
Both of us fully nude and lying on the bed, Brittany began kissing my toned muscles. I glanced sideways at the closet door, and saw a tiny bit of creamy skin peeking through the crack. Knowing that the little boy was watching, an intense fire burned deep in my chest. My cock throbbed achingly good.
"Fucking suck my dick, Britt," I begged my girlfriend loudly.
Brittany giggled cutely while peeling my foreskin, exposing the pink, pointy head of my cock. She licked the head in a teasing fashion, and swirled her tongue around it.
I groaned, "Fuck, baby, you're driving me insane."
Brittany slid her lips over my dick head, the tip of her tongue massaging it. Unable to bear the torture any longer, I drove my fingers through her long red hair and pushed her head down. Her being an expert deep-throater, Brittany easily took six of my eight thick inches into her mouth.
"Fuck, Britt. Your throat is so fucking tight."
While my girlfriend sucked on my prick, I turned my eyes back toward the closet again. Victor was still watching with rapt attention. It made me want to blow my load so badly.
"Lie on your back, babe," I told Brittany, gently pulling her off my dick.
When Brittany was on her back, I set my knees my knees on either side of her ribs, straddling her chest. She lifted her head and once again took my thick prick into her mouth. I was facing the closet, and put my muscular, hairy body fully on display for our little peeper.
A half hour later, while fucking Brittany mercilessly in the missionary position, she moaned and mewled and had a firm grip on my ass. I grunted, heavily sweating.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!"
I practically jumped off of Brittany, kneeled over face. My whole body tensed while I jerked my cock. Six big shots of cum erupted directly onto Brittany's face and some even landed on the floor in front of the closet.
Brittany then took my spent dick into her pretty mouth. My hips jerked because my dick was way too sensitive. So I laid down, and cuddled with Brittany for a minute.
"Why don't you go jump in the shower?" I suggested. "I'll be there in a minute. Gotta clean the cum."
When Brittany left for the bathroom, I continued to lay down on the bed for a second. I then stood right in front of the closet door, seeing Victor still peeking through the crack. I just wiped the sweat up from my face to my short brown hair, giving the little boy a full view of my sweaty, naked body. I then grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and wiped my cum off the floor, and joined Brittany in the bathroom.
That weekend, I was lying on the sofa watching some porn saved onto my phone. The video I was watching depicted a 6-year-old brunette boy lying on his stomach, sucking the 5 inch dick of a 16-year-old blonde boy. Both were fully naked, and enjoying each other.
And then there was a knock at the door. So I called that the guest could come door while running into the kitchen, intentionally leaving my phone on, lying face down on the sofa and the porn paused.
"Hi, Kev," Victor's adorable voice said when he came down.
"Hey, V," I greeted the sexy boy, taking a carton of eggs out of the refrigerator. "I'm scrambling eggs. Want some?"
"No, I'm good. Can I play Need For Speed on your phone?"
Smirking to myself, I replied, "Go for it, buddy."
Two seconds later, I heard the loud moans of the teen in the video, and the wet slurps of the little boy sucking his dick. Victor hastily lowered the volume and his whipped to look at me. I feigned ignorance, and continued to crack eggs into a bowl.
"You sure you don't want any eggs, V?" I called.
"N-no. I'm- I'm good. Thanks."
So I whipped the 3 eggs. While doing so, I heard the moans and slurps get a fraction louder as Victor made the volume a bit higher. While putting 2 slices of rye bread into the toaster, my dick grew steely hard. Thankfully I was wearing tight and thick polyester briefs under my gym shorts, so my engorged cock was better concealed.
"How's the game?" I asked, smirking again.
"Good."
Carrying my plate of food back to the sofa, I pretended not to notice what Victor was watching. He quickly hit the Home button on my phone and turned the device off.
While putting the television on, I asked, "You already done playing Need For Speed, V?"
Unsure, Victor replied, "Umm... I could play some more."
Victor grabbed my phone again, and I told him, "Passcode is 1-5-0-8-1-3."
Victor was careful to mute the volume before he once again began watching the 15-year-old and 6-year-old boys pleasuring each other. I let the boy discover the joys of pornography while eating and watching Family Guy.
"Eewwww," Victor suddenly said.
I peered over the top of my phone and asked, "What?"
Victor tried to tilt my phone away, but I'd already seen. The 6-year-old boy was kneeling on his hands and knees on the bed, and the 15-year-old boy was kneeling on the floor with his face buried in the little boy's ass.
"He's eating the boy's ass," I told Victor easily, as if it was a common occurrence.
Uneasily bringing his green eyes back to the screen, Victor asked, "Why?"
I shrugged, and answered, "The same reason the boy was sucking the teen's dick. Pleasure. The teen likes eating ass, and the boy likes having someone eat his ass."
"Hmm," Victor hummed, seeming no longer disgusted.
I continued to eat my eggs and toast and watch the cartoon. Victor remained watching the kiddie porn on my phone, adjusting his cocklet in his jeans once in a while.
"He's- he's- he's putting his dick in the boy's bum," Victor stuttered, unable to tear his eyes from the screen.
"He's fucking the boy," I corrected Victor. "When I put my dick inside my girlfriend, I am fucking her."
"So you fuck my mom, too?" Victor asked, still watching the video intensely.
I smiled and asked, "How'd you know?"
"I came down the stairs and watched you."
"Hmm. Then yeah, I fucked your mom. She's not tight, so it didn't feel as good."
"It feels good?" Victor asked, skeptical.
"Fuck yeah it feels good," I answered with a soft laugh. "For all people involved. That's why your mom and Brittany were moaning. That's why that boy in the video is moaning. They like getting fucked. And I like doing the fucking."
"Why isn't my mom tight?"
"Because she's old."
"Younger is tighter?"
"Generally speaking," I said with a slow nod.
"What's it feel like?"
"What? A hole?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Well, a pussy is soft, velvety, wet. An asshole doesn't make itself wet like a pussy does, so we have to use lubrication. But an asshole is so fucking tight. Feels like heaven, sinking my dick into an ass."
"But what's it feel like?"
Smiling, I asked the boy, "Wanna feel mine?"
"Your bum hole?" Victor asked, his green eyes shining s tad bit brighter with excitement. "With what?"
"With your finger, V."
Smiling giddily, Victor replied, "Okay."
Excited, I set my empty plate down on the coffee table, stood, and pushed my shorts all the way down to my ankles. After kicking the shorts away, I stood there looking down at Victor. The little blonde just stared at my throbbing 8 inch uncut cock for a moment. So I gripped my shaft, and tugged until a drop of clear liquid seeped out.
"Is that pee?" Victor asked, enamoured with the sight.
"No, it's pre-cum. C'mon."
I laid down on the sofa with my head against the back, and my ass stuck out high in the air.
Sidling up to me on the floor, Victor asked, "What do I do?"
"Lick two of your fingers," I instructed the sexy boy, slowly stroking my aching prick. "That's it, my sexy. Get 'em nice and wet. Now, pressed them against my asshole."
Staring at my ass, Victor stated, "Your bum is hairy."
Seeing nothing but intrigue painted on his face, I asked, "You like my hairy ass, V?"
"Uh-huh," Victor hummed, entranced.
Victor touched the tips of his fore and middle fingers to my pink pucker, and gently pushed.
"Awwww yeah," I moaned, tightening my grip around my dick.
While slowly pushing more of his tiny digits into my ass, Victor asked, "Do you really like this?"
"Fuck yeah," I answered, jacking my dick with fervour. "How do you like it, baby?"
Blushing, Victor replied, "It's so cool."
"Pull your fingers in and out, V," I begged.
"Like this?"
Victor pulled his hand back until his fingers were nearly completely removed. He pushed them all the way back into my ass. He finger-fucked my ass while his eyes were glued to my hand and cock.
"Ohhh yeah. Fuck my ass, V."
It was more like Victor's fingers made love to my ass. Which was fine because I was a top, but his fingers were so small so it didn't count.
"Fuck. Fuck, I'm gonna cum."
I stopped stroking my cock and pointed it straight up. It continued to twitch for a second, before a big volley of thick cum shot high into the air. And then a second spurt. And a third. Before I knew it, I had 7 spurts of thick, creamy cum splattered on my stomach.
Breathless, I said, "Damn. That was fucking awesome, V."
Victor, still enamoured with the sight of me, dislodged his fingers from my ass. I set my feet back down to the floor, scooped some cum off my abs, and ate it.
"What's it taste like?" Victor asked.
I didn't answer him. I scooped some more onto my fingers, and fed the boy. Victor concentrated on the taste, smacking his tongue around his mouth.
I jokingly told Victor, "If you want more, feel free to lick it right off me."
But that's exactly what Victor did. He kneeled between my legs, and craned his neck forward. His lips smacked against my skin, and his tongue lapped up the rest of my load.
"You're a fucking cum whore," I said appreciatively. "That's so hot, baby."
to be continued.
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