Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2023 08:53:45 +0000 (UTC) From: Topher Bent Subject: The Apartment Manager- Part 1 The Apartment Manager- Part 1 In my late 20s, I sold the decrepit mobile home I lived in and moved to an apartment complex several blocks away. It was a small townhouse type and before moving in I got to pick the color of the carpet I'd have since they were replacing it after the previous tenant moved out. I went up to the office to meet the manager, tour the unit, pay my deposit, and look at carpet samples. The manager immediately caught my attention. He wasn't super handsome, but I was attracted. He was average build, intense blue eyes beneath bushy blond brows. His hair and goatee were also blond and his arms & legs were covered with thick blond hair. He had a jaunty walk and talked fast. I didn't mind his tendency to stand very close to me (I usually don't like people in my personal space); it was a turn on. I had a crush on the guy the whole year I lived there and typically paid my rent in person so that I could see him. It wasn't until I moved out that I found out he was gay. Dammit! Missed opportunity. Fast forward about six years and I ran across him on a hookup site. He remembered me and, after chatting a few times, he suggested we meet up. He was managing some apartments in another town by that time and had his own unit he used during the week. He was about 20 minutes away from where I then lived. He came to my place for a quick BJ late one night and liked it enough to suggest I come to his place the next time since I had a roommate. I went over about 8:00pm on a weeknight a few weeks later. I was off work the next day and was willing to spend the night if he asked me. It wasn't quite dark when I parked my motorcycle and headed up the stairs to his apartment. He greeted me wearing loose shorts, no shirt, and a loosely tied silk robe. He offered me a cigarette (I don't smoke) and I told him I only smoke pot. He offered me coke, but I declined saying I wanted to stay hard. He said it does the opposite to him and warned me it makes him really aggressive. He made me a drink since he said I seemed nervous. I assured him I wasn't really nervous; I just couldn't believe I was hooking with this hot man (to me) I'd crushed on for years. He got this weird look on his face and said, "Dude, I'm not hot. My legs are too skinny and I'm getting a gut. My face is starting to look old." "I get it", I replied. "But you just do it for me. I like blond guys. I like guys that look a little rough. You turn me on. Every time I've seen you over the years, I wanted you. When I realized you had a partner, I figured it would never happen." "We're open. He has needs I can't always fulfill, especially when I'm gone all week. I have needs and desires he can't always fulfill. I'm a kinky fucker and he's pretty vanilla. So, I have the chance to satisfy those other needs when I'm here. I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into, boy, but you're gonna love me or hate me by the time I let you go. I don't really care which." And just like that, our night started. His normally nasally voice became raspy and his quick, clipped way of speaking slowed down. He commanded, "Take off your clothes and show me how much I turn you on." My pants and shirt were in a pile on the floor in less than a minute and my boner was obvious in the jockstrap I still had on. I remained seated on the small couch that was the only furniture in the messy and mostly empty living room (there wasn't even a TV) and he moved closer to me until he could shove my face against the crotch of his shorts. I tried to pull his waistband down and told me "No, I'm in charge. Just keep nuzzling me." I eagerly complied; I respond well to instructions. His dick was starting to get harder as he pressed it against my face through the shorts. I reached up the leg of his shorts so I could grab his dick, but suddenly he stepped back. "I need to get something. Close your eyes." I heard him go to another room where made some noises than sounded like a drawer opening and closing and then I sensed him in front of me again. He was breathing heavily and I heard metallic clinking. I wondered if he was about to handcuff me, but instead he buckled something around my neck. "That's better," he growled. I opened my eyes and he was holding the other end of the metal dog leash that was attached to the collar he'd just put on me. "Ever worn one of these?" His intense blue eyes were a little wild looking as he waited for my response. "No, sir." "Do you like it?" He was holding leash in a way that forced me to look at him. I thought for a second, "I don't know. It's different." "Okay. If this is too much, you can leave. But this is your only chance." I didn't hesitate this time, "I'm yours for as long as you want me." I'm sure my eyes were pleading; I'd waited years for this. "Take my keys if you want." He accepted my offer. "Good boy. Daddy is keeping you all night. After, you take care of my needs you can cuddle with Daddy. From now on, you can call me Daddy, Sir, or Master." "Yes, Sir." "Okay. Sit back. No, all the way against the back of the couch." As I did it, he dropped his shorts and climbed onto the couch standing and straddled me. This time I just looked up at his downturned face while his crotch was just inches from my face. I could smell the soap from the shower he must have taken just before I arrived. I worshipped his body with my eyes. He looked down at me and said, "You're gonna be my bitch tonight." I nodded. "I already am, Sir." "Oh, not quite. But you will be. I've been waiting for this ever since you swallowed my load on your porch. Now, I want you to start by licking my bull balls." One thing I haven't mentioned was the bulge he always had in his ever present shorts. His dick was bigger than mine, but not huge. A little more than 7" and thicker than mine with a really thick head. It got narrower toward the base, like a baseball bat. It was veiny, sort of ugly and surrounded by wild, golden pubes. But his balls were huge and he didn't shave those either. I have decent ones, but his made mine look small. So, I started slow on first one hairy ball before switching to the other. As he got into it, I increased my pressure to match his intensity. The whole time he's slapping my face with his hardening cock. Whenever I get too engrossed with his nuts, he tugs the leash a little. "Look at me", he reminds me. The longer my gaze stayed locked on his, the more control he exerted. Wanting to please him turned to needing to please him. Finally, he lifted my chin and put his his dick head in my mouth so I could taste the precum that was oozing out. It tasted like piss and cigarettes, but I barely had time to enjoy that taste before he cut off my air supply by shoving that thick head past my uvula. My nose was buried in his untamed bush and I remembered to look up at him before he had to tell me. I was proud that I hadn't gagged, but he probably wouldn't have minded. My eyes were starting to water, but I stayed focused on his. I grabbed his butt and push his cock deeper into my throat in full surrender as he growled in triumph. I was beginning to feel the lack of oxygen, but I didn't struggle. I was determined to hold the position until he backed off. "Damn, boy!" he exclaimed when he finally backed off. I was drooling and trying not to gasp as the oxygen returned. He allowed me to suck him at my own pace for a while, but slowed me down any time I got too avid. My hands are all over him as a suckle. I'd been with guys like him enough times to avoid touching myself; this wasn't about me. Anyway, I was so turned on, I'd probably have cum really quickly if I tried to stroke myself. Finally his legs must have gotten tired because he climbed down to kneel on the floor between my legs. He stroked me a little while we kissed and his kisses are aggressive and hungry. He's into this, too. Since he was kneeling, his cock is level with the edge of the couch and he was thrusting as we intensified our kissing. I slide my butt to the edge of the couch so his thrusts have a target. I went there expecting a lot of dick sucking on my part. My online profile didn't mention fucking back then. I'd only been fucked by a few guys by then. But when he began thrusting, it was clear he was used to more than just oral from his encounters and my inhibitions about getting fucked were overridden by my desire to satisfy his needs. His thrusts were now sliding up and down in my butt crack, his precum was starting to coat my hairy pucker. One of his thrusts pushed the head of his cock inside me a little. That familiar pain stabbed into me, but then he was out just as quickly. If he was aware he'd penetrated me at all, he didn't let on. Each time the head popped inside me, it hurt a little less and then it didn't hurt at all. But still, he wasn't going in more than a little. The kissing was almost frantic at this point and then one of the times when his head popped into me, I pushed against his thrust so he'd go deeper. That got his attention. He immediately stood and pulled me up by the leash. "So, that's what you want? Huh? I didn't think you liked getting fucked." He'd pulled me into the bedroom. He pushed me backward over for footboard and then went to the nightstand to grab a condom. Then he climbed on the bed with my ankles on his shoulders. He pushed me backward so my butthole was facing toward the ceiling and dropped a wad of spit on my hole. Then he lowered my hole to his dickhead. The thrusting resumed and with more purpose this time. He was trying to tear open the condom while locking eyes with me. The wildness in his eyes was primal and he grunted and growled. When one of his thrusts pushed into me and relaxed enough that he went deeper than he had so far. He didn't pull back out, but continued looking into my eyes. When the twinge of pain subsided, I pushed toward him again and he completely entered me. He didn't wait for that flash of pain to go away. He started fucking me without mercy. The condom lay unopened on the bed next to my head and I just didn't care anymore. We were animals. Our eyes remained locked, but the firm Master had been replaced by something else. Pure lust and selfish need glazed his eyes, but they still held mine. I was being conquered. I was being used. He was holding my arms down as if I might struggle. He was pounding me like I'd never been before, but there was no discomfort. I'm sure the same lust and need were in my eyes, too. The intensity picked up and so did his growls. He didn't signal his orgasm in any way other than with the louder grunts. The thrusting slowed slightly, but then resumed with the same intensity. I felt a fullness inside me, but didn't realize why at the time. And then he was back with me. The eyes I was looking into could see me again. He whispered gruffly, "Now you're my bitch." I stared back into his eyes and nodded in acknowledgment. "Open your mouth", he told me. I did. "No, wider!" So, I opened it more. Then he puckered and a wad of his spit dropped into my mouth. I'd seen this in porn before and I'd often fast forward. Spit sorta grosses me out. But I was his utterly in that moment. He'd pushed a limit he didn't even know I had and I didn't even think of resisting. Another long gooey string of spit, this time on my outstretched tongue pushed him over the edge again. He buried his face against my neck as his thrusts became faster again "Do you want me to pull out when I finish? I'm getting close." I wrapped my legs around him to prevent it, "No. I want it." "What do you want?" It came out like a raspy whisper. He bit my neck before lifting face to look at me. He was grinning so wide I noticed he was missing two teeth. His eyes were locked onto mine as he waited to hear my answer. "I want you to cum inside me. I think I need it." "Good boy." He raised back up to look at me as his urgent thrusts became painful. There was a cruel light in his eyes when he saw the pain in my face and his strokes became longer and harder. The pain was still there, but I forced myself to relax. The cruel gleam was swallowed by bliss just before he collapsed on my chest with a grunt and went still. The throbs of his orgasm filling me and his breathing were the only movements he made. I wrapped my arms around him when he released my wrists. He started snoring as he dozed, his dick was still erect inside me: my tight hole acting as a cock ring. He awoke after about 15 minutes and noticed his boner was still inside me. He carefully pulled it out and rolled me to the spooning position and entered me from behind before it could go flaccid. His thrusts started out playful, like he didn't expect to continue, but then he started moaning with pleasure and started fucking in earnest. I pushed back into his thrusts as his hand wrapped around my own hard boner. He slowed his thrusts when my orgasm started to build. I'm normally quiet when I cum, but I had to bury my face in a pillow to muffle my outbursts. I filled his fist with semen and he pulled his dick out of me and coated it with my own sperm. Then he quickly achieved another orgasm inside me while biting the back of my neck and growling. "Now you're my bitch", he whispered as he slowly pulled out of me. I clinched tight to keep his seed from leaking out as he rolled off of me. We lay on our backs in a tangle on the bed and he confessed, "I wasn't going to pull out. I just wanted you to ask for it." "How'd you know I would?" "Because when I slipped it in bare and you relaxed to let it go in, I knew you'd do what I wanted, not what you were willing to give me. I was never going to use that rubber either. I just had it out because your profile says `Safe Sex Only' and I didn't want you to "What if I'd asked you to put it on?" "I'd have pulled it off at the end. You would have asked me to do it. Anyway, I'd already put one load in you before the one you asked for. So, I might have pulled out if you asked. Maybe. Probably not." "So, you planned to mark me as your territory?" "That's exactly what I was gonna do. That's why you asked for the second load. Your body already knew it was mine. You'll always crave my seed now", he predicted. He wasn't wrong. He also, wasn't done. "Speaking of marking territory, I seem to recall some photos on your profile." He hopped up, naked and the lascivious grin he gave me as he grabbed my leash, told me he'd been anticipating what was next. He pulled me along hard enough that I practically needed to run. We entered the restroom and I started to step into the tub, anticipating what was coming next. "No!", he said and pointed to the toilet. I sat down with a puzzled look on my face. I mean, I'd been into piss play since before I came out, so I'd seen and done a lot. This was new. I pushed me back against the toilet tank with his bare foot and then pointed his phone camera at me and snapped a shot. He acted like he was going to put his toes in my mouth and didn't expect me to grab his feet and pop his big toe into my mouth. I stared at him and smiled as I added more toes. He reluctantly lowered his foot and faced the toilet like he was going to piss in it. He pointed his camera and his dick at me. I stared into the camera until hot piss hit me in the chest and starting flowing down my belly onto my crotch before it splashed into the toilet. I looked at him with amazement. "You've never done it like this?" I shook my head and continued staring at the yellow cascade flowing down my body. I leaned forward to taste the flow. "You don't want that." He continued, answering the question I didn't need to ask, "It's too strong to drink" (I could smell it and concurred) "it's full of vitamins and blow." I still leaned forward and let the stream splash my extended tongue. It was pretty bitter, but he was clearly impressed by my dedication when I swallowed it anyway. He focused the rest of his dwindling stream on my half-hard dick. My own piss flowed into the toilet as last of his urine dribbled between my legs. "Now you've been marked, boy." I reached over to turn on the tub shower, but he told I didn't need to rinse. "Let it dry, pig. You know you don't want to rinse it off. We'll sleep in there." He pointed at a full size mattress in a smaller bedroom. "That's the trick bed. He tugged me along and I was relieved to get off the toilet. I'd been clenching the whole time to prevent his seed from dripping out when I was pissing. I started to head toward his bedroom, but he jerked the chain still attached to me. "You ain't a trick, but you're still not getting piss on my good sheets, boy. Let's get some sleep. You're gonna need it." Well, I guess we'll finish that night next time...