Landlord's Dream

It's a family business, my dad had multiple properties that he rented out and in his retirement, gave the upkeep and rent money to me while my parents cruised through the Americas. It was an easy life, sure, but it didn't have a lot of fun involved. We didn't go through an agency which meant I dealt with everything, all the calls about issues to do with the properties and the collecting of rent. It was rare people were late, these were good properties and only people who could afford them would move in until Luke Weathers and his three friends moved in.

Luke is a new working professional, young with a broad chest and shoulders and a mop of brown curls that made his face look even prettier and softer. He was beautiful, with plump lips that were born to be wrapped around a cock. The other three did nothing but make my life miserable without being fuckable. Due to that, I had picked Luke to be their leader and would speak to and accept rent from Luke. If he hadn't noticed that then he was a fool though it appeared his friends knew I wanted him. They would wave a 'hello' as they passed me and point at Luke before he asked for any repairs to the flat.

He, once again, didn't pay on time. It wasn't laziness or latency issues, he probably couldn't afford it. I couldn't kick them out yet, I needed to give him more time legally, but I could start the process. It would take a few months for the courts to see me, by the time it happened, I would have had enough time. I knocked on the door with a firm banging, unsure if he would be in as he was dodging my calls like usual. The door opened and he stood with wild, bedhead curls on display. Shock ran over his face as he saw me and my flat expression,without a smile.

"Hey, Luke, can I come in?" He nods and offered me a coffee but I brushed it off and make myself comfortable on the sofa my dad had purchased years ago. "Are the others home?" I asked and he explained they were all at work until seven which made me feel better about being here.

"Luke-" I start before being cut off. "I know, I'm sorry, please. I just need one more week." He promised with open hands looking for pity.

"We can't keep doing this, Luke. I think I might need to start looking into getting the courts involved, it's every time now." The boy was panting out of stress, pacing up and down as I spoke. "I need you to tell the boys they're all going."

Watching him move up and down, I let him pant and collect his thoughts. Kicking a man out on the streets is stressful, and I didn't want to make it worse for him. It's then I notice what he's wearing, tight black jeans that flare out at the base of his legs. His plump round arse bounces as he paces in fear, an arse that would make women jealous. On top was a too-small band t-shirt of a band I had never heard of. A strip of lower stomach muscle is exposed,mouth-wateringly so. It was begging to be licked and bitten.

As he turns, he catches me checking him out. I move my eyes to the floor to escape the awkwardness of the situation. He rushes forward and places his hands on my knees as he kneels between my legs. Fuck. He looked up at me with such innocent, big green eyes, licking his lips before speaking.

"I can do whatever you need me to, to apologise for being late. I'll be good for you if you don't start the eviction notice." He smiles with hope, beautiful, wet, pink lips pulled into a smile.

"Luke, that is inappropriate." I didn't want to say it, I would keep the younger man chained to my bed if I could.

"Only if people find out." He whispers, rubbing his cheek over my thigh as an invitation and as a preview of what could happen if I allow it.

I take a shaky breath, it's difficult to say no to such an offer. "Full rent by Wednesday?" He nods with a delightful smile as he drags his hands over my inner thighs to tease me before pulling at my belt. I know it's risky, he could get me in a lot of trouble, but I couldn't stop myself. My logical mind had left me long ago.

It doesn't take long before he drags my jeans and boxers down to my ankles to have complete access to my still flaccid cock. He doesn't pause as he takes my soft cock into his mouth, sucking until he feels the flesh start to harden on his tongue. It had been a long time since I had such a pretty thing moaning around my cock so the noise that came from my chest wasn't my proudest moment, but it encouraged him. He pulled off and wanked my cock with his hand as he rolled my balls on his experienced tongue.

"Fuck, such a slut for me." I whispered, watching as he sucks my balls into his mouth. His hand wanked my cock slowly, teasing me as his mouth went to work. His other hand tucked a curl behind his ear delicately and a wave of coconut and Shea butter filled the air. I knew he would put products into that mop to make it so bouncy and soft.

"I've been waiting for this, wanted to have your cock for so long." He admits, hiding his face in my balls with a delicate tongue.

He sucks on the head of my cock again, his tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh like he had studied sucking my cock. His lips are taught around my stiff cock, and he sucks with an urgency, bobbing his head as he slurps at the head. He moans as he allows spit to dribble down my cock, collecting at the base of my balls.

Preparing to take my entire length, he bobs his head and takes an inch more each time. His hand held the base of my cock, twisting the wet flesh with the soft palm of his hand. I knew he was a practiced slut, but it was clear now that he was. God, his mouth was hot and wet, but he never got to take my full length before the animistic side of me took over.

Without thinking, chasing my own pleasure, I thrust into his mouth with my hands gripping his soft hair. He gags loudly, making spluttering sounds that are like music to my ears. He doesn't pull away, but I can see him fight his body as it wants to move away and inhale. His hands grip my thighs, his nails digging into my thighs as the pain dances with pleasure. When I let him go he spits on my cock to make it wet as the sounds of wet flesh echo in the room as he uses his hand to wank me off. His cheeks are a dusting of beautiful pink and his lips blood red and raw from the intrusion and he's never looked so sinful.

"Hands away." He respects the command and places his hands on his lap delicately.

Using his hair as a handle, I pull him forward until my cock disappears down his throat. He does his best to not choke while looking up at me with glistening, watering eyes. Pulling him back and forth, the sounds of his throat squelching around the head of my cock. I give him a moment to catch his breath and he spits the excess spit in his mouth onto my cock like a practiced slut. Sucking on the head, he shows me he's ready for more and swallows my length again but with more poise than before. The spit creates a better glide as his throat continues to make erotic noises of rejection. Looking over his head bouncing, I let go of his hair and he continues to fuck his own throat. It's perfect, he looks up with red, wet eyes and winks as he takes all of me again. I could have cum down his throat in that second if I hadn't been gritting my teeth and holding off for more.

As he comes back up for air, he presses panting kisses to my length, resting my cock against his face like a trophy. Over his head, I can see the outline of his bubble butt struggling to be contained in the position with his jeans. "You don't have to pay rent this month if you give me that ass, whatdya say?" I offer, lust has completely taken over a need for money, or why I was here.

He looks surprised for a moment, eyes opening in shock like it wouldn't happen. He should have known what doing all those squats would do to a man, wearing tight jeans like I wouldn't want to be stuffed inside him. He wipes his tears and nods slowly, unsure if he should for a moment. I can see the effect fucking his pretty, tight throat has done on him as his erect dick creates a dent in his jeans.

"I... I haven't had someone as big as you before, and it's been a while. Go slow, please?" His hoarse voice provided an audible flag to his throat being wrecked.

"Compliments get you nowhere, boy, stand up." He does and with heavy hands, I pull to lay him face down on the sofa so I can enjoy the view.

Gripping the flesh, I massage his ass and he moans at the attention. I spank him harder than I intended to causing him to hiss and moan, but he doesn't try to move. To unwrap my hard-earned present, I reach under him to pop the button and then slowly peel the denim from his body to see he hadn't bothered wearing underwear. Now completely exposed, I held his cheeks open as my tongue lavished over the red prickling skin as an apology for the harsh treatment. Moving onto his hole, I lapped at the pretty, pink hole that was free from hair and imperfections.

Pushing my tongue into his hole made his moans louder, his hips pushing back for more. "Fuck, yes, fuck, yes." he mumbles into the cushion, rocking his hips into my face. He tastes like clean skin and salt, it's beautiful and exactly how I expected him to taste.

I loosened his hole with my tongue before sliding in a finger beside my tongue, pushing into him quickly with a hooked finger to ensure I pulled all of the pretty moans out of him. He was tight as I explained, but it only made me more unrelenting in my need to breed him in the house where the other boys would come home and sit right here once I was done. I slid a second beside the first and listened as the boy whimpered loudly again. "Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop." He muttered into the fabric as his hole clenched around my fingers.

His hips ground down on the fabric to chase his orgasm. With another spank, I tell him to cum for me as I move my fingers quicker inside his deathly tight hole. I can feel him tense and rock onto the sofa chasing friction on his cock. "Yesyesyesyeysyesyesyesyes." He whimpers softly, throwing his head back. He slowly stops vibrating as he releases onto the fabric with a beautiful desperate groan.

If I was a better man then maybe I would have given him a second to prepare for me, but I spat on his hole and pulled him to his knees. With his release still working in my favour, I can push the head into his now relaxed hole before he tightens on me again. I can't help but swear at the top of my lungs, I haven't felt something so tight wrapped around me. I'm halfway in before he gasps and paws back at me with a shaking hand. I take it in my own and hold it against his lower back.

"That's it, relax and let me." He moans through gritted teeth only holding himself up with one hand.

Once I've bottomed out, I grind against him to cement myself inside his hole. "Perfect slut, you know that? I knew it the first time I saw you. Ready?" I'm a dickhead, not a monster and wait for his nodding approval before sliding out of his body and smashing back in at a brutal pace that leaves the boy breathless and gritting his teeth.

I glide in and out of his body, I watch my cock be swallowed by such a whorish hole over and over. The flesh of his backside bounced with each push, his fingers gripping the only part of my thumb they could reach. "So fucking beautiful," I muttered to myself about the view as the boy moaned in pleasure as the pain relented and allowed him to enjoy the feeling of a thick cock sliding in and out of him.

With a tense hand, I gripped his brown mop and forced his back to arch until he was against my chest. My hips were unrelenting, pounding into him, one of my hands held his throat while the other still pulled the soft waves.

"Feel good, slut." He fights the hand in his hair to nod before giving up and gargling a soft "so fucking good."

I can see his half-hard cock swinging in between his legs, being young has its advantages and he's already swelling. The puddle of cum glimmers in the light, and a twisted thought pushes my thrust deeper. "Do you think I forgot about the mess you've made? Think you can afford to replace the sofa, slut?"

He shakes his head quickly, whimpering at the thought with his face scrunched in pleasure and fear as money is brought up again. "I didn't think so." Throwing back down as I grip his hips with a bruising force. "Clean it up." And like a good whore, he knows what I mean.

A wet tongue glides over the fabric, cum gathering on his tongue before being swallowed. It's almost comical to see him, face down, tongue lolling against the fabric as 'ah's and 'ngh's escape his open mouth. Well, it would be comical if it didn't entice me to chase my own cum more.

"That's it, whore, I'm so fucking close. Stay like that I'll fill you up with my cum." He doesn't move and looks back at me with his tongue coated in his own cum, and it's enough to send ropes of my cum into his body with a crash of arousal. I paint his insides violently, enjoying knowing he will feel me for days after this.

I don't leave the heat until I'm sure I've finished filling him, grinding into his soft body until I'm ready to pull out of him.

"You're a good fuck, slut. Surprised those boys don't pass you around." I laugh and he groans as he's left clenching around nothing.

I tucked myself back into my jeans with a hiss, he was so tight I could feel how sensitive he had made me. "One month free and no eviction notice. I hope you tell those boys what you did for them, I'm sure they'll be proud." I pat his head like a dog and he smiles, blissed out so I leave him to sort himself out.