Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2019 20:29:52 -0700
From: Elyrc Caledon <elryc.caledon@gmail.com>
Subject: Room Rental

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  Any similarities between actual
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purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts
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                           *** Room Rental ***


One afternoon, after yet another unprofitable conversation with my negligent
landlord I decided a change was necessary.  I'd been living in Scottsdale for
several years in a rather dilapidated house while paying a premium rental
amount for the sheer privilege of living in Scottsdale (aka "Snottsdale").  The
landlord, in amongst her flights back and forth to Europe (First-Class tickets
too, as the "condition" of her back made it "impossible" to fly Coach), had made
several promises to me about some needed maintenance to the home but she never
followed through.  The roof was leaking, the garage door needed to be serviced,
and the electrical outlet in the hall bathroom wasn't working.  Enough was enough.

I decided if I was going to go through the ordeal of moving, that I should
make an attempt to reduce my living expenses and work on getting the loan for
my car paid off.  Once I had rid myself of that payment, I reasoned, I could
then scout around for a nicer place to live.  Or maybe I could even start saving
for a down payment on a home of my own.

I had rented rooms in the past with a measure of success.  There was one
experience I had where another roommate had stolen some of my property, my
television in particular.  So I had been taught to be cautious.  Still, the
right situation could offer a much needed boost to my personal finances.

So I jumped online and began searching the local room rental listings in
Craigslist.  I had tried out professional rental websites before, but quickly
found I could obtain the same results simply by reviewing the listings that
were posted in Craigslist.

There was nothing listed in Scottsdale that really appealed to me, as most of
the ads were for rooms that were too small or they were in households too busy
for my tastes.

As I worked in Scottsdale, I wanted something that would not be too far from my
workplace as I have always hated driving in big-city traffic.

I decided to check out an offer of a room that was north and west of the
Scottsdale city limits; near enough, I reasoned, to keep the drive time to
work at about 20 minutes or so, which wasn't too bad.  The ad specified that
there was a large master bedroom and master bath available, the home was under-
going some renovations and a renter would have to be tolerant of that situation.

Also, the ad specified the owner was a nudist of sorts and a renter would have
to be okay with nudity in the home.  Also, although the owner specified he was
straight with a girlfriend, he qualified that with a statement he was "gay-friendly,"
which was good enough for me.

I arranged to meet the owner of the home after work on a Friday evening, and
following his directions, I found the place without any trouble.  I arrived
just at dusk, the sun was sinking under radiant skies in the west.

I knocked at the front door, which was to the left of a large two-car garage
and the door was almost immediately opened by an older gentleman with big
hazel eyes and silver-gray hair.  He introduced himself as John, and extended
his hand in a warm handshake, and then led me through to the kitchen.

The kitchen was in complete disarray; it turned out that on a whim, John had
decided to replace some of the cabinetry and he was in the midst of installing
new countertops.

I surveyed the mess with some dismay; to my way of thinking, the kitchen was
going to be in such a state for weeks, and I wanted to simply move in, put my
stuff away and get settled as soon as possible.

John took note of my uncertainty and quickly assured me he would have the
kitchen  put to rights by the end of that weekend, so I wouldn't need to worry.
He offered me a bottle of water, and we sat on some high stools by a bar and
chatted a while.

John explained he was the owner of the home, which he was slowly renovating
as time and money permitted.  He was renting out the room in order to keep
cash flowing in for his remodeling efforts.  He mentioned he had a girlfriend,
but she did not live at the home as she had her own place and that things worked
better between them if they allowed each other "a lot of space."

Presently, John offered to show me the room that he was offering for rent.  It
was the master bedroom, and it included a spacious master bath.  The bedroom
was a good fit for the furniture I would be bringing with me, as I had a nice
bedroom set I intended to keep.  I made some quick measurements and snapped
some pictures with my cell phone, making a mental map of how I could arrange
my bedroom furniture.

After a few minutes, John led me into the spacious bathroom.  It was a gallery
bathroom, double sinks and vanity mirrors on the right side, a commode at the end.
Opposite the sinks was a sunken shower, with glass tiled walls surrounding it.

The sunken shower was unusual, but what was even more unusual was the entire
outside wall was nothing more than a pane of glass, from the outside ground level
all the way up to the ceiling, and there were no curtains.  There was a solid brick
wall supporting part of a porch roof straight out from the plate glass window,
about 10 feet away, it was the same width of the window.  So a direct view into
the shower was blocked, but the window was clearly visible at the sides, so
anyone situated to the right or the left of the wall could see directly into
the shower.

After checking out the shower for a few minutes, I commented on the lack of
curtains.

"Oh, you don't need 'em," John said.  "No one can see in.  The neighbor's walls
are tall and are too far away for them to see that far even if they did decide
to take a peek."

John could tell by the expression on my face I remained unconvinced.

"Really," said John, "It's never been an issue.  No one gets on top of the
walls, and if someone wants to look that bad, then let 'em.  You're not ashamed
of your body are you?" John asked, with a sideways look at me and a slight grin.

"No, I wouldn't say I'm ashamed of anything," I replied, "But standing in front
of a clear glass window to shower really hadn't occurred to me.  And besides,"
I continued, "All the water on the glass must make it a mess."

"There's a water softening system," John replied, "Just a quick wipe down now
and then keeps the glass and the tiles clean."

"Why don't you step inside and try it out," John suggested.

I carefully stepped down into the shower, and surveyed the view out of the
glass.  There was a spacious yard just barely visible in the dimming light,
which had absolutely nothing in the way of landscaping.  It was mostly dirt with
a few tufts of grass here and there, which looked like black stains in the
fading light.

"I think some bushes on either side of that wall would offer a bit more
privacy," I remarked, and I stepped carefully up out of the shower.

"If you'd like to plant something, you're more than welcome to," John said with
a nonchalant tone, "I haven't had the time to work on the back yard in a long time."

"I think some fast-growing honeysuckle would do the job," I replied, "And
the bees and hummingbirds love them.  They aren't expensive either."

"If you'll remember," John said, "The ad I placed specified that I am a nudist,
and while I wouldn't demand nudity from you, you would have to be okay with my
not wearing clothes sometimes while I'm at home."

"Oh, that's fine," I said, and then I looked down rather ruefully at my body,
"As you can see, I sit at a desk all day and I've never had any sort of gym
membership, so I don't look the way I did in my 20's."

"You're just fine, no worries," John replied.

"I do have one special request," John said, as I turned towards the door
leading out to the master bedroom.

"And that is?"

"I like the shower in here, and I'd like to keep using it if you don't mind."

"Sure," I replied.  "I don't have any issues with that, I've shared bathrooms
before.

I yawned suddenly; I'd been up since 5:00 that morning and my energy levels
were sagging.

"If you're up for it, I'll call for a pizza, and we can talk more if you'd
like," John said.

"Sure," and I allowed John to lead the way back to the kitchen area.

Over the pizza dinner, John & I reached an agreement about the room rental.
I was to move in within a month.  As it happened, there was some overlap so
I would have the chance to give the home I was leaving a good cleanup without
having to rush around to get everything done all at once.

Over the ensuing month, I cleaned out the house I was renting, got rid of a
lot of furniture I no longer needed, and got moved into John's house.  As
John had promised, the kitchen was soon functional again, and I was able to
prepare my meals in that in the evenings and I soon got settled in.  The
drive to work wasn't too bad and I felt satisfied I had made a good decision.

It wasn't long after I was completely moved into John's house that he made
good on his claim of being a nudist.  The first time he used the sunken
shower, he came into my bedroom with only a towel draped casually over his
shoulders as he headed into the bathroom.  I was sitting at my corner
computer desk and didn't look behind me as he came in, but when he was
finished with the shower and was heading back to his room, I did allow myself
a quick peek.

John's body was quite acceptable.  Though no longer young, he had thinner
flanks than I did along with a flatter belly area, and muscular, shapely legs.
He didn't do any sort of manscaping, so he had a full dark bush between his
legs, and a thick, circumcised and relaxed penis that swayed to and fro above
a heavy looking scrotum as he walked around.

From then on, John walked around the house in the nude quite a bit, in the
mornings, and in the evenings when the day's work was done.  I became
accustomed to seeing him, and decided that I needed to show him I was not
ashamed of my body.

Although I was shy at first, I gradually built up to being nude in the
evenings in my bedroom.  I generally left my bedroom door open for circulation
and only closed it when I was going to bed.  From there, I began making
short trips to the kitchen while nude, while John was out there nude as well.

Gradually, I became used to walking around the house nude, though I usually
kept pretty much to my room.  The living room had a large old sectional in
a corner, not very comfortable.  There was no TV there either; I had a TV
in my bedroom so I lived more or less in my bedroom, and John did the same
when he wasn't working on the various renovations for the house or out
working on projects in the garage.

Although John had mentioned he had a girlfriend, I never saw her or any
evidence he was dating anyone, although there were nights where he left for
her place and he would spend the night at her home.

One night, John left for his girlfriend's home, and about an hour later he
showed up again at the house.  I raised an eyebrow at him when he came through
the door.  John simply looked at me, and then shook his head and muttered
something to the effect that the girlfriend had called it quits on him.

From then on, John was more or less completely focused on the house and
dedicated his time and energy towards getting it refurbished to be in the
condition he envisioned.  He was revising the electrical system as well
as the plumbing--there really didn't seem any job related to the house he
wasn't capable of taking care of on his own.  It appeared he some sort of
retirement income flowing in, as he didn't have a job.  And, of course, he
had the rental revenue I was giving him each month.

One morning, I went into the bathroom while John was in the shower to brush
my teeth and to finish getting ready for work.  The bathroom with its
double sinks and long counter was spacious enough for two people at one
time.

I had by this time planted some honeysuckle bushes at each side of the wall
outside the plate glass window of the shower, and they were growing quickly
enough and were by this point tall enough to over a bit more privacy, so
I was much more comfortable while in the bathroom.

I watched John's eyes in the mirror as he was showering and saw that he was
clearly checking out my ass, as he had often done before while he thought I
wasn't looking  and I saw him give a sort of unconscious tug at his thick cock.
Then he happened to look up, and caught my eye for a brief moment, and he
abruptly turned away, with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.

We were comfortable around each other, but there was a sort of unspoken rule
that there was to be no outright staring at each other's bodies.

This particular morning, though, I felt a bit tired of the restraints
and decided to try something a little different.

"You want some of that?" I asked, rather playfully.  "Has it been awhile
since you got any?  I'm gay you know and I don't mind."

John mumbled something and turned further away.  Then, as if he was
following a sudden impulse, he turned towards me again.  I could see his
penis was now relaxed and at least halfway erect.

"Wow man," I commented, "That's quite a weapon you have going on there."

John looked even more embarrassed and turned away again.  I decided to
give him a break and didn't look or comment further.  I finished brushing
my teeth, brushed my hair down and then went out of the bathroom into my
room, got dressed and headed out to work.  John stayed in the bathroom
during that time and didn't come out.

The weekend arrived, and on Saturday morning I allowed myself to stay
in bed until after the sun came up.  It was going to be a sort of a
lazy day.  I decided to get up after the sun was so bright it was
useless to try to sleep any more.

I have a short beard, and it was in need of a trim so after I brushed my
teeth I got my beard kit out and hooked up the apron or "beard bib" I use
to keep the trimmings from getting all over the bathroom.  It ties around
the neck with Velcro strips and has two suction cups that stick to the mirror,
thus forming a pocket to capture the trimmings.

I stood in the bathroom nude (except for the beard apron) as I was trimming
and shaping the beard,  Presently, John came into the bathroom.

"Hey, mind if I jump in the shower?" John asked, "Or are you going to need
it right away?"

"Go right ahead, I'll be a while yet," I replied.

"I've never seen anything like that, what a great idea," John commented
and he came over and stood behind me as I continued with my trimmer.
He stood so close watching what I was doing that I could feel his thick
member just barely brushing against my naked ass.

Although John's actions seemed to be entirely innocent and devoid of any
sort of overt seduction, I could feel "something" in the way of a vibe from
him and it was rather intoxicating.  The temperature of the room seemed to
rise some 10 degrees and I could feel my cock stiffening a little and pressing
up against the countertop in front of me.

John got into the shower and I continued with my beard trimming.  I watched
John shower out of the corner of my eye.  As had become usual over the past
several weeks, John had become completely comfortable with our being
together nude in the bathroom, and I stole a few glances at his crotch.  He
really was very well endowed and his body certainly was easy on the eye.

John quickly finished his shower and stepped up out of the sunken shower stall
and grabbed his towel and began drying off.  I removed the beard bib and
carefully folded it so the trimmings wouldn't escape and left it on the counter
to take outside later to shake it out.

I stepped down into the shower, turned the water on and began washing my
hair and soaping down.  I could see John standing in front of the mirror,
he was shaving and out of the corner of my eye I could see he was glancing
at me from time to time.

I turned away and finished up quickly as the water was cooling and I needed
to finish.  When I turned the water off and started to step up out of the shower
I saw John had moved to the top of the steps and was standing there, facing me.
His genitals were right at eye level with me as I stepped upwards.  I glanced at
his flaccid penis and then looked up at his face.  His eyes were on my face,
with a sort of soft gaze; then his face hardened.

"You're always looking at my dick," John said lightly, though the look in his
eyes was more serious than his tone.  "I just thought you'd like a better close
up look."

I lifted an eyebrow at him.

"Like I've said before, I am gay, you know," I commented in an arch tone,
and deliberately looking away, I reached for my towel.  "And you did specify
in your ad for the room  that you were gay friendly.  If you'd prefer I didn't
look, ever, then maybe we should knock off with the nudity."

"No, I'm sorry, that's not what I wanted."

"Then what do you want," I asked, as I stepped around him carefully and began
to towel dry my hair, shivering a little.

"Sorry if I used all the hot water," John commented.

"No worries," I said, "I'm used to really quick showers as I grew up in a
household with seven people."

I stood in front of the other sink and combed my hair with my fingers and
checked the results of my beard trimming and avoided looking at him again.
John returned to the other sink and moved in pretty close to the sink and
I realized as I glanced quickly downwards (in spite of myself) that John's dick
was at least halfway erect, and it seemed he wanted to conceal that fact from
me.

I started to stiffen a little as well.  So I moved a bit closer to the countertop
and continued to fuss with my hair and such.  After a few more minutes, I
decided one or the other of us was going to have to make a move to leave
the bathroom.

"Um..." I started, "We both seem to have a bit of a problem here."  I
blush easily and I could feel my cheeks turning a bit red.

"Yeah, I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable, I don't know what's
wrong with me really." John said shyly, "I don't normally get hardons
around other guys.  I guess it's because my girlfriend ditched me and I'm
super horny at the moment."

"Well, our dicks aren't really connected to our brains sometimes," I said
laughingly.  I turned toward him, letting my own cock bounce freely.  "Yours
is a lot bigger than mine, I haven't seen a cock that big in a long time,
other than in porn."

"Yeah, it's been like that since I was 14," John said, and he also backed
away from the sink he was in front of and turned towards me.

"It hasn't always been the blessing you might think it is," John continued.
"Some girls have turned me down for sex because they were afraid it would
hurt.  Once a girl told me that she thought it was ugly and it turned her
off."

"Really?" I responded, "I don't think it's ugly."

John smiled a little, the hardness his face had taken on a few minutes
earlier faded away and we stood facing each other for a few more seconds.

"Um," John said, still smiling, "Like I told you, I'm not gay but I am gay
friendly.  If you'd like to offer to help me out, I'd be okay with that."

I grimaced a little and said "I suppose what you're after is a blow job?"

"Sure, I could do with one."

"I'm sure you could," I replied with some mild sarcasm.  "But I'm not into
giving guys blow jobs without getting anything in return.  Been there, done
that, and no thank you."

"Well, what would you want?  I've never sucked a dick and I'm pretty sure
I wouldn't be good at it."

"You could fuck me."

John opened and then closed his mouth.  Apparently, such an activity had
never occurred to him.

"I don't know...if I could do that..." John hesitated.

"A hole is a hole," I said, "And it's been a long time since I've been
fucked, so I'm tight and I can guarantee you'd be able to get off pretty
easily.  You could pretend it was a girl."

Still John hesitated, and I noticed his erection flagged a little.  I turned
back to the mirror with a sort of nonchalant hair and fussed a bit more with
my hair.

John said:

"I don't want things to get weird between us, but if you'd like me to try
fucking you I guess I'd be okay with it."

"Would you like to try now?" I asked.

"Sure," John replied, "I'm horny enough at the moment."

"Okay," I pointed to my bed, "Let's get comfortable in there."

We went into my bedroom.  I laid a towel on the bed.  Then   I
found a bottle of lube and laid that on the towel.  I knelt in front
of John as he was standing by the bed, and taking hold of his dick, I slid
the head of it into my mouth and start sucking it.  Almost immediately, it
swelled out further to its full proportions.  John moaned quietly, and
swayed a little, looking down at me as I pleasured him.

I took the bottle of lube and applied a liberal amount to his cock, making to
sure to get a bit extra on his thick glans.  Then I applied some more to my
ass, inserting a finger to get some up inside.  I knew it was going to be
needed.

I got up on the bed on all fours, with my head facing the headboard.  John
moved into position behind me.

"You ready?" John asked.

"Yeah, go slow, it's been a long time for me."

John moved closer to me and I could feel the head of his cock touch my tight
opening.  I could feel him rocking on his knees a little.  He abruptly pushed
and his glans breached my hole and almost at once a white-hot cramp pulsed through
my ass.

"Ouch," I exclaimed and involuntarily lurched forward, "Go slow, man, I can't
take all of it at once."

"Sorry," John muttered, "I didn't mean to go that fast."

I willed my ass to relax, and after a few moments, I pushed backwards towards
John's dick.

"Try again," I urged.

I felt the thick head touch me again, and this time, the head parted my ass
and slide inside a little.  John paused for a few seconds, then pressed in
again.  Another pause, and another push, and half of his cock was inside me.

One final push, and John sank completely inside of me.  He stayed in that
position for several long seconds.

"That feels really good," John said, a little breathlessly, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," I replied, "Go for it.  Fuck me."

Cautiously, John began thrusting.  I felt my ass relax even more and lost myself
in the sensation of his cock moving  inside of me.  The more I relaxed the
deeper his thrusts were.  Soon, I could feel his penis thickening, and from
the little gasps of pleasure escaping from his mouth , I knew John was going to
cum soon.

I began jerking my own cock, and between the pleasure of John's thrusts, and
my own jerking, I felt my orgasm quickly build and felt my cum spurting on
the towel below.  As I was shooting my load, I could feel John's cock kick, and
then he slammed it all the way up inside of me, and then stopped there, grunting
as he did.  I could feel his dick pulsing as his seed flowered deep inside my ass.

Almost immediately, John's cock began softening, and then he backed away and
it slid out of me.  I lay down on the bed, and using a corner of the towell, I
cleaned us both up a little.  Then John laid down beside me on his back.  I turned
towards him, and nestled my head on his shoulder and after a few minutes, he began
snoring gently.  I too drifted off to sleep, thinking with pleasant thoughts about
future encounters with my landlord.

~Finis~
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