'That's it boy,' Mr. James sighed, running a hand through my unruly blonde hair, his legs spreading wider. 'Keep sucking those balls like a good bitch.'
If a week ago you'd told me I'd be on my knees, pleasantly high with my landlords' balls in my mouth, I would have said I'll have what you're smoking. But it seems a lot can change in a few days.
Both my house mates had gone out of town for the week, meaning I had the apartment all to myself. This gave me the opportunity to use the bud I'd saved for just such an occasion, neither of them being smokers. As I finished rolling a large spliff to keep me happily buzzed for the foreseeable future, I heard a knock at the door.
I reluctantly got up to answer it, expecting maybe a delivery for one of my housemates. I was instead greeted by my landlord and instantly regretted my decision. Almost twice my age being somewhere in his mid 40's, he stood at 6'1 to my 5'7. Although he had a bit of a gut, his thick arms and legs made it obvious he spent a good deal of time at the gym; something I'd never enjoyed given that preferred cardio. He had dark blue eyes and close-cropped brown hair with a salt and pepper beard which did little to hide his strong jaw line. There was unfortunately only one reason he had to call.
'Mason, good to see you!' Considering I was behind on my rent, I had to doubt his sincerity. Perhaps the prospect of receiving this month's due and cheered him but I was about to bring that train of thought to a halt.
'Hi Mr. James. Look, I know this about the rent but I need a little more time. Since I got fired things haven't real-'
I trailed off as it became clear that Mr. James could smell the very obvious scent of weed coming from behind me, a smirk appearing on his face as he raised cocked an eyebrow.
'You know Mason, you agreed that there would be no drugs in the house when you signed the tenancy agreement. With you already behind on a month's rent, things could get pretty sticky for you.'
I swallowed nervously, not seeing any way out of my predicament. Until he presented me with one that is.
'If you were to let me inside and share with your favorite landlord though, I might be inclined to look the other way.'
The prospect of splitting a spliff my Mr. James was less than enticing yet under the circumstances, I really had no way out. He smiled as I stepped aside and gestured him in with as much good will as I could muster. He really was doing me a big favor after all.
Closing the door, I walked into the living room to see Mr. James had already made himself at home, lounging on the sofa with zoot in hand and an expectant look on his face. Resigned to my fate, I sat myself down next to him and pulled the zippo from pocket, leaning over slightly to light it.
I had to say I was impressed by the size of the hits he was taking, two long drags before he passed it to me. We didn't talk much at first. I suppose we were waiting until we were pleasantly high and past the initial awkwardness, at which point we started chatting about general stuff. The weather, sports, how my job hunt was going. As he flicked through channels looking for something entertaining, the conversation turned to girls as it inevitably does when two guys are high together.
'No girlfriend then?' he said, raising his eyebrow. 'I thought a pretty little thing like you would have a string of girls pining for you.'
I couldn't remember ever being called a pretty little thing before. It was true that I leaned towards a more feminine look than most guys, being slim with somewhat delicate features and wide hips that I'd always been teased about. I wasn't quite sure how to take it and just shrugged.
'Boyfriend perhaps?' I nearly choked as I went into a coughing fit at the question, inhaling a little too much. Mr. James laughed and clapped me on the back, the universal gesture of men everywhere when someone choked or got hurt that did absolutely nothing but was appreciated none the less. 'Steady on lad. I don't judge if that is the case! Back in my day, a young lad like you would have found himself round the back of the school yard most days if you get my meaning!'
I had a fairly good idea of what exactly happened round the back of the school yard and was again confused at his implication, though in my current state I couldn't say I really cared all that much. He was a horny old man who was sharing a spliff with me instead of kicking me out of the house. I could deal with a little strangeness.
'Christ, look at the rack on her!'
Recovering from my best attempts to cough up a lung, I turned my eyes to the screen where a short hair girl with a pretty face and as sizeable chest was hosting some inane game show with an enthusiasm that had showed off her assets to the fullest.
I noticed him move his hand surreptitiously across the slight bulge in his joggers as he continued to focus on the T.V. It wasn't uncommon for me to get pretty horned up when I was smoking but I wasn't surprised but it was still a little weird. Watching him feel out his pockets, I asked him what he was looking for.
'My phone's almost dead. Mind if I use yours and bring up something a little spicier?' he asked.
Not seeing a problem or realizing what he was talking about in my buzzed state, I handed him my phone. He quickly cast onto the big screen and brought up Pornhub. Now at this point I was wondering exactly what he was thinking but again, I was too mellow to really care. Browsing the front page, he selected a video titled 'Busty Slut Drains Studs Balls.' It was a pretty standard affair yet it was also the sort of thing I loved.
It was the kind of video where the girl spent an inordinate amount of time sucking the guy's cock, slobbering all over it, letting it drip onto her tits and the camera when the angle presented itself. I always enjoyed watching a girl worship a big cock until they swallowed a load. I could feel myself start to harden as the video began to play and it was then I realized Mr. James had already taken his cock out and was steadily stroking his hardening length.
