Landlord Duties, Pt II

Read Pt I here 

I didn’t have to wonder for too long. It wasn’t two weeks that went by before I got another call from Brian - one of the floorboards had busted. Which, as soon as he said it, I knew exactly which weak spot he was talking about. 

I had to plan out that fix but I knew it wouldn’t be so complicated once I got there, which I did, on a Saturday. Brian answered the door in a pair of shorts and a tank top this time, and it was hard not to notice that he wasn’t wearing underwear the way his dick was swinging around. It was pretty early and he looked like he’d just gotten out of bed, his hair tousled. He gave me that sly grin that suggested the secret we’d shared from last time.


“How you been bud?” I said.

“Good man,” he said, stepping aside to let me in. I almost asked if his girlfriend was around but thought better of it. Best to let things be what they were, maybe. And I had a job to do. 

The floorboard was in the kitchen and he made himself breakfast as I cut out the ragged, broken piece of wood and measured for a new one. 

“Want some breakfast?” he offered. 

“Nah thanks. Old lady made me some before I left,” I said. He nodded, stuffing eggs in his face by the counter. The guy really was a hot one, and he knew it. He looked like a model, even half-asleep with his mouth full of scrambled eggs.

I went down the basement to cut the new piece then came back up to install it. “Hey,” Brian greeted me from his couch in the living room. I could hear the TV going. It didn’t take me long to install the new floorboard. It would need to be finished but for now it was functional. I was just starting to clean up and feeling a little disappointed that his girlfriend wasn’t around when I heard the sounds on the TV switch from what had sounded like a sports commentary show to something spicier. 

He’d turned the volume down but he was clearly watching porn. I stood there with my tool bag in hand, shaking my head. This kid was too much. Of course I’d been that age and had probably been hornier than he was, but never had I been so bold about it. 

“All finished up,” I said in a loud voice as I headed down the hall.

“What’s that?” Brian said. I took another step until I was poking my head into the living room. There was Brian, butt-assed naked on the couch, jacking his cock as he watched two lesbians go at it on his big-screen TV. 

“I said I’m all finished up,” I said. Brian looked back at me.

“Cool,” he said, never missing a stroke. He made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. Wasn’t it, though? Maybe not jacking off while your landlord was around. But then we’d both gone a bit farther the last time I’d been over. “Appreciate it.” I stood there for a moment. Brian looked back at the porn, then back at me. 


“Whatcha watchin?” I said, and set down my tool bag. 

“Malena Morgan, she’s so fucking hot,” he said as I walked toward the couch. I thought for a moment, then sat down. Brian looked over at me and smiled. “You like lesbian scenes?”


“Sure do,” I said and started to paw at my crotch. Brian’s eyes snapped right to that, but didn’t remain. The vibe I got from this guy was not that he was bi, so much as that he was an exhibitionist with bisexual tendencies, ones that he had yet to explore. I gave it a minute, watching him jack off out of the corner of my eye while I worked my cock under my jeans. He really was a hot college guy, super fit body, just a nice smattering of hair on his chest and a square-jawed, handsome face. 

The lesbians were licking each other’s shaved pussies and assholes, it was all very soft-focus and sexy. Brian had a small pump bottle of lube on the coffee table and as he reached for it and pumped some more lube in his palm I went ahead and opened my jeans, hauling out my cock. I gave it a slap against my palm. Brian smiled at me when I did that. Then I helped myself to some lube and settled in for a jack-off session.

I had to admit, I was liking this new development. There was this unspoken attraction between us - maybe it was just that he would’ve shown off to anyone, given the opportunity. But I could tell he was pretty intrigued by my dick, or maybe just by the taboo/thrill of jacking off with a guy. His eyes frequently strayed from the porn over to my dick. For my part I was enjoying watching him as much as the porn. Neither of us seemed to be in any hurry to cum.

He had the volume turned up pretty loud and the curtains were closed. The scene was ramping up and without saying anything he grabbed the feather pillow next to him and rolled it up. Then he set it on the ottoman between his legs and got up, straddling the pillow so that he could watch the porn and fuck against the pillow at the same time. 

“Like that, huh?” I said. It felt like I needed to say something.

“Yeah, haha,” he said, sort of awkwardly. “This is, like, the only position I can cum in,” he said. 

I wasn’t going to complain. This kid was hot all over but if I’d had to choose his best asset it was his back and butt. He was built so well, with that v-shaped torso that you maybe only have at that age - a big, wide smooth back that tapered down and led to the most firm and flexing ass, smattered in fuzz. I’d thought more than once about that ass flexing as I’d watched him fuck his girlfriend. Now my eyes snapped right to it. Who needed lesbian porn? That ass was a sight. 

He was fucking his pillow with fluid strokes, just like he’d fucked his girl. I could tell he was getting pretty close, too, pausing when he did, keeping himself on the edge. 

I had to test the waters. I laid my hand on the space behind his knee. He let out his breath; didn’t protest, so I ran my hand up that muscular leg, feeling his hamstring flex before I got to what I really wanted to touch: that perfect ass. It felt even better than it looked, a mound of firm young muscle that moved under my touch. I kept that touch light, just running my palm and fingers over it, tickling the hair that got thicker as it disappeared into his crack. 

He didn’t react much but I could tell he was getting close because he kept pausing his humping, and his breathing was getting real ragged. I gripped his ass a little more firmly and chanced to move my fingers toward the slick rim of his hole. It was then, when my fingertips made contact with the edge of his hole, that he let out a moan. Then humped furiously. I kept my hand on his butt and my fingers flirting with the edge of his entrance. I could tell he wasn’t quite sure how to handle the sensation, which suggested to me that he hadn’t experienced it much. I got one moment when he was pausing his thrusts to pull his cheek fully apart and admire his pink, hair-rimmed hole. I tapped my fingertip against it and that was that - he was cumming, into the pillow, groaning these sharp, short sounds that filled up the apartment, his hole squinching tight against my finger with each shot of his cum. 

I tucked my cock away as he sat down, his dripping cock softening and hanging between his legs. He panted, wiped his arm across his forehead. I was still hard but I didn’t need to cum, and this felt like it was more about him. 

“Hot,” was all he said.

“Sure was, bud,” I said, and stood up. “I’ll be back sometime this week to finish that floorboard.” 

“Sounds good,” he said, getting more relaxed as I made my way to the door. But still displaying himself, one arm draped across the couch where I’d just been sitting, his hot body and nice dick on display. 

“Later,” I said, and he said it back. I waited until I was out in the hall to smell my finger - the musk of college jock ass. I knew I had to get back in that butt one way or another. He clearly had gotten some enjoyment out of it. Now it was just a matter of seeing how far I could take it.