Landlords Turned Neighbors: Addict

Jon killed any notion of me being "sexually hungry" in my time in the Central Valley.

I was thinking I would have to do a lot of driving to places, such as Los Angeles, or San Francisco, big cities where I could find someone to play with, with no struggle. Being at Jon and Larry's, not only did I come across one, but two of my favorite types as I liked older, subtle dad types. Their attributes were masculine in public, but were submissive in discretion as these two were horny landlords, businessmen with a living standard, but also freaks who would seized the chance to play with their sexiest tenant. All in all, I wasn't looking for any favors like lesser rent, or skipped payments, just the convenience of two flavors of playmates that lived not even a two minute walk from the studio.

"You wake up with that dick hard?"

Jon asked me this at 4:30 a.m. one morning, as I returned from a heavy gym session before work.

"I saw you when you woke up and put your clothes on," he added.

"You're a stalker," I told him before I derobed.

"For that fat, black pinga? You damn right I am," he retorted over the phone.

Text messages like that highlighted the convenience of what I had; Next-door cocksluts that believed in discretion. What was understood between us didn't need explanation for they wanted a young, tender black bear, and I wanted willing mouths and asses without any hassle, so we were the perfect fit. Being in a place like Kings County showed they, too, starved, for it showed how they looked at me, talked to me, and of course, touched me.

"I want another sample," Jon said to me as the sky began to light.

"I would, but I gotta get to work," I told him as I was about to hop in the shower.

"You tease me having those blinds open," he said as I was literally stroking myself with the phone to my ear. "Let me come over and help you."

The tone of Jon's voice let me know he wasn't trying to hear the word no. He literally woke up with me on his mind, probably before he even got up to pee. He was correct about the blinds as we lived in a neighborhood that was completely safe, and none of their family, friends, or other guys would dare peek through my windows.

"That thick, black bush," he added as he was describing me over the phone.

"Where's Larry," I asked as I laid back on the bed, then spread my legs.

"He's asleep, you bastard," he said as he was eyeing me from the porch.

"Torture would be this," I said as I rubbed my balls, running the pair through my right hand before rubbing the thick bush he spoke of.

"Unlock that fucking door, or I'm coming through," he said with a chuckle. "Papi wants some of that dick, you can be late this morning. I want another sample, Deak. Mijo, I'm hooked."

I kept feeling myself and felt my balls contract as I envisioned him sucking them. My only concern at this very moment was Larry calling him while he was between my thighs, or a fire breaking out somehow while I was down his throat, with us having to evacuate and I get blue balls.

"Baby, I really wanna sample," he begged, and I was in no danger with the short and pudgy Jon as he simply showed his whoredom.

"Mijo, can I get a taste," he asked once more.

I told him "yes," and remained in bed for his arrival, as he already had keys to every door in the house. He came into the studio and once again took off his shirt. This time he also pulled down his shorts as his own little cock was drooling, and stiff. He took off his glasses, then cut off the lights in the room, allowing the sunshine to creep in until he walked over and closed the blinds.

"Can't nobody see me devouring that dick," he told me prior to diving in.

I watched him crawl on the bed, and duck his head down while that fat ass wiggled in the air, his ever-so talented lips landing on my tip. He closed his eyes and I'd feel those juicy lips corral my shaft, then the base, then the shaft again as he corroborated my lust with his oral skills. Jon was relentless the way he squeezed my cock through his lips. I tried to wiggle a bit from the sensation, and he let go of my dick to lay that tongue on my left nut, teasing it by rubbing it up and down, then doing the same to the right.

"Can't have you late for work," he said to me.

"I don't care," I told him as he continued teasing my testicles.

Jon and I were too far gone for him to stop now as he had me in a twist. After all, my libido was through the roof at 35, and the couple seemed more than happy to meet my needs at the peak of my sexual life.

"Those juicy black balls," he said before he retreated to sucking me.

He went harder, and faster, breathing hard through his nose while moaning loudly as he was determined to get that nut.

"Quiero tu leche, baby," he said as he wanted my milk.

"Oh fuck. Keep doing that, and you're gonna get it," I told him as he was out of control.

"You like your landlord being your cock slut," he asked.

"I do, Jonny," I cried to him.

"Este es mi pene, mijo," he said as he sucked on my balls.

He stroked my cock with his strong left hand, and I was squirming, enjoying the sensation of having my huge nuts sucked and dick stroked simultaneously. And what drought was I experiencing again? Jon at this very moment made me forget about what I thought I'd be missing in the area.

"Oh shit, Jon. Jon. Jonnnnnnnnnn," I wailed as the cum spilled from my tip like a pot overboiling water.

He let go of my nuts to place his lips at the tip. He was unsuccessful catching the initial nut, but he got the rest, and licked me clean until he was fully satisfied.

"Therrrrrre's that nut I was looking for," he said to me.

"I swear dude, the room's spinning I told Jon before he got up and got dressed. We kissed yet again, then he rushed off while I jumped in the shower and prepared for work.

"Love that musky smell," he told me after.

He more than proved this.