Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2024 21:22:59 +0000 From: Drugh Bowers Subject: Mitch's Adventures Chapter 2 Mitch's adventures chapter 2 This is set in a world where STDs and sexual injuries don't exist- always play safe in real life Donate to nifty here, https://donate.nifty.org/. Thank you to my wonderful editors, and everyone who has sent me their messages and comments. Seriously, it means a lot to me. MM, anal, oral, alcohol You may be wondering how an ostensibly straight man like Mitch took to bending over for every cock that would buy him a beer and deepthroating for a double of whiskey. It all started one morning with a furious banging... On the door of the stale cigarette smoke and spilled beer scented bedsit the then 30 year old Mitch rented from a tall, skinny drink of water called Lenny. Mitch grumbled and managed to drag his carcass out of bed, barely remembering to pull on his matted blue dressing gown to cover his nudity before yanking the door open to see aforementioned landlord standing outside his door, looking none too pleased. "Hey, Lenny..." Mitch sighed, shielding his eyes from the harsh sunlight shining through the window behind Lenny. Mitch had gotten in late last night after a night of drinking his money, and was so not in the mood to deal with anything more adult than laying in bed watching muted episodes of kid's TV shows with a mug of black coffee and a mountain of greasy food, which he was just on the cusp of ordering on his phone before Lenny had disturbed him. He'd probably also throw a wank into the mix somewhere, and he'd be damned if he did that in front of his landlord. "Hello, Mitchell." Lenny said as perfunctorily as possible. "Have you got my money?" Truth was, Mitch was a few months behind on the rent, and had spent everything but a tenner last night down at the pub on drink after drink, not noticing or caring how everyone looked away from him and sniggered. In particular, David Barker, the mayor's son, and his friends, seemed to find the sight of Mitch getting drunker and drunker hilarious, and so would challenge him to drinking games. He'd always 'win' and get even more pissed, and the youths would always run off and leave him with the tab. Not that he minded, he liked drinking. "Well, the thing is..." Mitch started before letting the sentence trail off into an awkward silence. "... You drank it again, didn't you?" Lenny sighed in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fucking hell, Mitch..." Mitch smiled sheepishly, not realising just how deep the shit he'd just put his foot in was. Lenny's nostrils flared, and he knitted his brow. "Mitch..." he sighed, shaking his head and causing his thick, shaggy black hair to sway. "You can't keep doing this. I'm tired of covering for you." "I'm sorry, okay? Just... give me a couple of days..." Mitch sighed, just wanting this conversation to be over. "No. No more free rides, Mitch!" Larry suddenly barked, stunning the larger man into taking a step back. Suddenly, an idea hit the landlord's head. "If you want to keep living here, Mitch, you've got to do something for me." He said slowly, as if thinking. Mitch's ears perked up. "Oh? What's that, then?" He asked, eager to get out of this situation. He froze a little as Larry began fiddling with the cord of his dressing gown. "Uh... Larry?" "Shut up." He growled, undoing the belt and shoving it off his shoulders, leaving him naked. Mitch gaped, too stunned to react as Larry began groping his fat ass and pushing him gently into the room. Larry shoved him onto the bed. "The fuck are you doing?!" Mitch squeaked, finally gaining the wherewithal to use his hands to cover up his cock. "Simple, Mitch..." Larry grinned, unzipping his fly. "You're going to suck my fucking cock. Unless you've found £1000 behind a cat's ear or something." He chortled at his own joke. Mitch clenched his teeth, considering. Surely sucking his landlord's cock couldn't be that bad... his ex never complained about blowing him... and truth was he liked his tiny little bedsit... And besides, all the money he'd save could go on drinks. Surely the taste of a good pint of lager was worth the taste of dick? He nodded, moving around so he was on his knees in front of the skinny man. "There's a good boy." Larry said before skinning his pants and boxers down around his ankles. His cock was about 7 inches long and skinny, and he tapped it against Mitch's slightly open lips, sliding the head inside as his tenant instinctively opened his mouth. Mitch shivered as his first ever cock passed his lips, finding the taste and feel more pleasant than he'd expected. He closed his eyes and began bobbing, using all the skills his previous girlfriends had used on him. "You're a natural..." Larry moaned, hands on the back of Mitch's head, fingers gripping gently at his long brown hair. Mitch glucked, finding himself enjoying it more than he thought he would. He put his hands on Larry's thighs to steady himself, taking more of the shaft into his mouth, gagging a little as the head hit the back of his throat. "Good boy..." Larry murred, standing still and letting Mitch do the work of giving him a surprisingly good blowjob for a first timer. He kept his teeth off and took as much in as he could, tongue fluttering against the underside of his head, licking between the head and the foreskin, hand snaking up to fondle Larry's hairy balls. Mitch was surprised as how much he was getting into sucking cock. He moaned, finding his own fair sized shaft grow hard, which Larry immediately noticed. "Oh, wow... You're loving this..." He teased and began rocking his hips, fucking the larger man's mouth. Mitch blushed, but didn't pull off. He had to admit, he was genuinely enjoying this... "Tell you what." Larry pulled his cock out of Mitch's mouth, chortling in amusement as his tenant leaned forwards to try and take it back into his mouth. "Want a drink tonight? nice pint or two?" Mitch nodded, confused. "Well, why don't you let me mount that nice, fat arse of yours?" Larry asked. Mitch gaped up at him in shock. Sure, he'd been sucking on Larry's nice, tasty cock for the last ten minutes, but taking it in the rear? That was a step too far... or was it? "Maybe even a bottle of whiskey?" Larry sweetened the pot, grinning as he noticed Mitch's resistant instantly break down. Mitch considered for a moment, before answering by turning around to point his nice, juicy rear in Larry's direction. "Niiice..." Larry admired Mitch's hole before getting down on his knees and licking at his prize. Mitch jumped, having never had anything touch his arsehole before, especially not an enthusiastic tongue that was now eating him out, getting him nice and wet for the main event. Larry eventually reluctantly pulled away from the tight, winking aperture before lining up his cockhead. "Ready?" He asked, before pushing in before Mitch could confirm or deny. The big bottom squeaked, whimpering as his hole was opened for the first time, and his virginity was fucked away. At first, he felt a sharp, stinging pain in his rear, before it slowly faded away into the best feeling the man had ever felt, with sharp spikes of pleasure as the landlord's dick hit at some magic spot inside him. "Fuck... Oh, fuck..." Larry moaned happily, nails digging into the fat of Mitch's cheeks slightly. He gave the left one a hard swat, resulting in a red handprint and a truly adorable grunt from Mitch. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck!" Mitch cried out, shooting the biggest load he'd ever shot in his life onto the navy blue duvet cover. Larry laughed. "Fucking hell, you came just from me fucking you?!" He asked, pulling out and stroking himself until he shot his own bolt onto Mitch's jiggling hams. He took a moment to recover, grinning and considering before pulling his jeans and boxers back up. "Get dressed. We're going to the pub. I've got some friends who'd love to meet you..."