The landlord

In 2009 I was eighteen years old. I'd had huge problems with my mother at home, so wanting to continue with my college work, I took on a part time job and also moved out into a place that had three other students in one room flats.

The landlady was married to her second husband, and they weren't exactly on the best of sexual marital terms.

Still I got on quite well with Andy, and her to a point at first. And it was he who called by to tell me I'd need to be more prompt with my rent payments in future. The fact was, I was struggling, yet I didn't want to go back to my parents as I saw that as defeat.

About a fortnight later he called by again, but I didn't have the exact money for the rent. He told me if I liked he could call back the following day and sort something out, stressing the something, when his wife was out shopping.
Not thinking anything of it, other than him being kind, I answered the door to him just after nine the following day.

No sooner had he stepped inside my flat, he lowered his trousers and boxers and said "Ok if you swallow it though, I'll wave all the rent for this month".
I was totally dumbstruck. I wasn't gay and I had no idea what he'd meant the day before, was for me to give him oral sex in lieu of rent.

Telling him there was no way I was going to suck his cock. he said fine and began to pull his trousers and boxers back up. But as he did, he told me he'd send his wife round to give me notice for non payment.

I had a choice. not much of one as I saw it, but I could have gone back home and suffered my mum's delighted face, knowing she'd beaten me.
His cock tasted and felt funny at first. I practically yanked his clothing back down and took hold of his cock. He knew then I was ready to do as he wanted and told me to suck him deep.

His cock felt hard in my mouth, yet it also felt silky soft too. The taste wasn't unpleasant, but it was musky and it took some getting used to. However within five minutes of me kissing it more than sucking on it, I found myself relaxing and his cock eased it's way over my tongue with longer and longer thrusts of his hips.

I'm not sure how I got through that ten or so minutes. What I do know, is Andy wouldn't release my head once he began to cum and I was forced in the end to swallow his hot sticky mess.

I was about to rush over to the sink to rinse out my mouth, but he grabbed me, told me to drop my shorts and within seconds I had a fifty something year old man sucking on my dick and it was rock solid from what I can only say, was gay lust.

It took no more than a few minutes of what I came to know as an expert fellatioist, if that's even a word. He had no problems in swallowing my cum and seemed to relish doing so.

Standing up, he slapped my still bare arse and said he'd be back round the following day.

Andy was round at nine am prompt. Unfortunately I had classes which he fully understood. Still before I went out of the door, he blew me and had me cumming within what felt like seconds.

Over the next few weeks myself and Andy swapped blow jobs almost daily, with him teaching me how to give him better and deeper throat fucks. Only once did his wife call by to challenge on the rent, but I told her Andy had the rent. She smiled at me, said "Yeh, I bet he has" and left me alone.

On a Saturday night a couple of months later, with some of my exams to study for the following week, he called by and told me my mum had called. I knew what it was because she'd gotten my new number off my sister. She wanted, get this, some of my part time money to pay for the re decoration of my old bedroom.

We laughed together and then Andy sat me down on my bed. We eventually got into a sixty nine after such along relief giving sexual kiss. Sucking slowly on each other cocks, he finally moved me around so he was on top of me. I knew what he wanted as he'd suggested anal before. I'd refused in the past, but at that point in my life I needed that kind of interaction, I think.

Bareback, he slid his cock very slowly into my already saliva covered rear hole and I gritted my teeth. It hurt, and it continued to hurt for some time, but as his cock broke through the pressure, I found myself telling him to fuck me.
We ignored the knocks at the door. My body had fully accepted him by then, and I knew no matter what else, I was going to be his male bitch, his fuck piece, and if he wanted to, to stay the night.

Andy fucked me for a long long time. Cumming twice deep inside of my arsehole without ever taking his cock out of me. Even when he had me ride him, we somehow worked it so his cock remained within me.

It was such an amazing and utterly encompassing sexual encounter, when I came, I found myself with tears rolling down my cheek. They weren't because his thick cock had hurt me per say, it was because he and his sex had totally wiped out the misery my mum wanted to cause me.

The knock at the door had been Andy's wife. She didn't want to stop us from fucking it turned out, she wanted to tell me my mother was angry at her for not having me phone.

When I thanked her the next day for speaking to my mum, she told me to forget it. She also said this "You've made Andy a happy man. Which has made things easier with us". He knows if he wants to from now on, he can share some nights with you". It was left at that and we never spoke about him fucking me.

I stayed with them for another eighteen months before getting and sharing a flat with a guy my own age. Even so Andy called by every now and then and stayed over. There were threesomes, but that's for another day maybe.

Andy and his wife are still together. I'm now living on my own and happy to be doing so at the moment. i get to see him more often these days because my new place is only around the corner from their home. He's now in his sixties, yet he's still able to fuck me for a long time and I never get bored with how he loves to dominate me.

The twist of you can call it that, is my mother is now with another man. Someone who before she was with him, enjoyed cruising. That's all I'll say.

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