This is the fourth chapter of my series, Summer Rental. You should read the first 3 chapters before this one. Your comments are always welcome.
Josh's POV:
Derek and I fell into a nice routine. We each had our own lives and lived them during the day. I would work at the diner most days or hang out with a few friends who were also staying in town for the summer. He would tend to his various properties around town. I also helped with the yard work at our apartment and with the other properties, as my work schedule permitted.
We usually ate together at night and then found ourselves in bed, exploring each other's young bodies. Our default place to play was his place. His bed was a king and the overall apartment was nicer than the 2-bedroom I lived in upstairs.
On occasion, we might find ourselves playing in my apartment. One Thursday night was one of those nights. The one feature of my apartment that my landlord does not have in the downstairs flat: a sliding glass door to a deck and a bank of windows on either side of the glass doors. Pete and I had discovered that when those Midwestern thunderboomers rolled in off the prairie there was no better place to be than on our couch, watching the lightning electrify the sky seconds before the inevitable boom would shake the wall of glass. We'd watched a few storms together in the fall and early spring, but none we'd seen matched the shows mother nature would put on when the temps were in the high 80s at 10 pm and the air was as thick as water.
We had been in Derek's apartment drinking a beer and catching up when the storm started. I asked him if he'd ever watched a thunderstorm from the upstairs apartment. When he said he hadn't, I grabbed him by the hand and told him it was time to change that.
So, we headed upstairs, sat on the couch next to each other, drank our beers and listened and watched the glorious storm erupting outside.
As the storm cooled off things started to heat up on the couch. I started it, I guess, by rubbing Derek's cock through his jeans. The next thing I knew, I was on my knees between his legs, his jeans and jockstrap shucked aside, and his nice cut cock between my lips. I was going up and down on his cock, playing with his balls and urging him to cum in my mouth when the door opened and the overhead light clicked on...
Pete's POV:
Late spring had morphed into early summer the way it does in Chicago. A few good days of 70's to 80's temps and then suddenly the thermometer skyrockets into the low 90s.
I had gotten back home a couple of weeks earlier from Peoria, where I attended college. I was saved from lugging my stuff back home when my roommate, Josh, struck a deal with our landlord. We could keep our place and pay no rent for the summer as long as Josh maintained the place while the landlord traveled to Europe. We were both happy about that news. For us, it meant we could keep an apartment we really loved through the following school year. For the landlord, Derek, who was just a few years older than us, it meant he could go away and not worry about the upkeep of the place and didn't have to find new renters who he could tolerate, our apartment being right above his in a duplex he owned.
I had been working at my family's restaurant on Halstead seven nights a week since I returned in late May. We needed the help, because a number of the kids who work during the summer don't show up until mid-June. Once they started to fill the shifts, my Dad told me to cut back my schedule to 4 or 5 nights a week. "In fact," he said, "why don't you take a few days off, starting today," he said.
He didn't have to ask me twice. It was Thursday afternoon. I thought I'd hang out that night and then drive down to Peoria in the morning. At around 8 p.m., after I'd eaten dinner, I decided, what the hell? I think I'll drive down tonight. Checking to make sure I had my apartment key on my ring, I jumped in the car and drove 2.5 hours south. I didn't even need to pack a bag: I'd left toiletries and clothes in the apartment, so I was all set to just roll.
I arrived at our apartment. There was one light burning in our landlord Derek's apartment but the upstairs apartment was dark.
"Josh must be out," I thought. The duplex had a single door in the middle of the first floor. It opened to a small foyer, with a locking door leading up to our apartment on the left and a door leading into the landlord's first floor apartment on the right. I unlocked the door and turned the handle to our door. I was not surprised that it was unlocked; we often didn't bother locking the interior door because the exterior door was always locked. I walked up the stairs, not bothering to put on a light. At the top of the stairs was another door that opened into our apartment. I opened that and clicked on the light switch beside the door...
What I saw in front of me froze me in place. Our couch was turned around facing the wall of windows the way we arrange it when a storm is rolling through. That wasn't unusual. I'd driven through the storm and knew that the view in the apartment would have been impressive. What was unusual was that right after the room lit up my roommate Josh sprung to his feet from the other side of the couch and along with him was our landlord, Derek, who was naked from the waist down with a now-starting-to-deflate hard-on jutting out from in front of him.
They both looked at me, stunned. I was equally stunned. My mind processed what I was seeing but there was only one conclusion to draw: something sexual was clearly going on when I opened that door.
"Pete," Josh whispered, "what the hell? I didn't know you were coming down."
"Obviously not," I chuckled, although I don't know how I round the words or the wherewithal to make a joke. I was truly stunned. Josh and I had known each other since freshman year. We were now going into our junior year. We had double dated. I'd heard him--as he'd heard me--through our thin walls as various co-eds squealed with delight as their luscious young cunts had been sucked on by one of our mouths or penetrated by one of our cocks. The closest thing to a gay moment that he and I had ever had was when we, at one college girl's request, double-tapped her and during the encounter I couldn't resist the urge to jerk his cock a few times. I know I enjoyed it at the time but he had pulled away and we'd never spoken about it.
As for me, I knew that I was bisexual and had been since I'd been blown by a teacher in junior high. That's a story for another day, but standing there, processing what I was seeing, I realized all at once that turning this into a threesome with my roommate and our landlord was the only thing that would make sense out of this crazy moment.
Derek bent over to get his pants and I heard myself say, "Please don't. I'm enjoying the show" as I slowly walked toward them and around the end of the couch.
"So," I said, "this is what's been going on down here while I've been hard at work up in Chicago."
