Landlord Duties

“Hey, man,” the tenant in apartment four said. I had to think for a minute to remember his name.

“Hey Brian,” I said. He stepped away from the door and motioned for me to come inside.

“Thanks for coming on a Sunday,” he said.

“No problem, I was working on my other building down the street anyway,” I said. I looked the kid over. College guy, maybe twenty-one, twenty-two. He was in his Sunday best, which for a college student meant sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt that showed off his cut, gym-toned body. The sweatpants hung low on his slim hips, and the outline of his fat-looking cock was pretty visible. He ran his hand through his bed-tousled hair and yawned.

“Cool,” he said. “Kitchen is this way...well, I guess you know where it is.”

“Yeah, thanks,” I said, giving a chuckle, and headed down the hall.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he said. I turned back to look at him, noticing the firm, round butt that flexed in his sweatpants as he headed down the hall to his bedroom. I got to work on the stopped-up sink and it didn’t take long to identify the culprit: bacon grease, clumped up in the pipe. I was cleaning it out when I heard Brian answer the door and let someone inside. A minute later he came into the kitchen.

“Hey man, my girlfriend just came over. Did you need a hand with anything?” he said.

“No,” I said, “I’m good.”

“Okay,” he said. He turned his head to the hall, then back to me. “Be just a minute.” I thought about that as I scraped the last of the bacon grease out of the pipe and started putting it back together. I’d need to say something to him about the grease – the kid had to know that you couldn’t do that. But as I was thinking how to tell him, I heard sounds coming from down the hall. Faint, at first. But then, a definite moan.

He’s fucking his girlfriend, I realized. I thought it was a pretty bold move, if not an invitation. As I finished putting the sink back together and cleaned up the sounds only got more intense: a woman moaning, Brian grunting, sometimes slapping sounds. They were really going at it.

I was planning to just slip out and text him about the grease, but when I started down the hall I realized his bedroom door was open. And not only that but his bed was in full view of the hallway, and there he was – well, there they were, banging away. He was on top of her with her legs wrapped around his thick thighs. I could see how muscular back moving as he pounded her, and his firm, hairy ass flexing with each thrust.

It was an invitation if I ever saw one, so I moved a little closer to the door, figuring a little look-see couldn’t hurt. I didn’t make any attempt to be quiet as I stepped into the doorway. Now that I was closer I could see the shaft of his cock slicing into her tight, shaved pussy. He had a fat one, too. I’d just reached for my crotch when I caught her eye. For a moment I froze. But she just kept going, and her look said that she knew what they were doing.

I stepped into the bedroom. He looked back at me as he fucked her. Winked at me, then went back to it. I was totally hard, watching these hot college kids bang.

This wasn’t something I’d ever done before. I can’t say I really even considered myself a voyeur. But it was the boldness of it that turned me on: this kid knew he was hot, he knew his girlfriend was hot too, and they were clearly exhibitionists who got off on getting watched, maybe even on catching someone off guard.

Now, I know I’m no slouch. Maybe I’ve been married forever but I keep myself in good shape and I’ve always gotten my fair share of attention from both women and men. Maybe it’s the blue-collar, handyman thing that gets them. So I didn’t think they’d be too freaked out if I took out my cock and jacked off while I watched them. Hell it was probably what they wanted.

Plus it was my house, technically.

So I hauled out my considerable hog and jacked, leaning against the doorway as they fucked. Her eyes went right to my rod and her moans got a little more intense. Brian glanced back to look at me jacking - I saw his eyes go wide when he saw the size of my piece. It fueled him and he really started going at it.

Then he had her get on all fours. Still they were facing away from me - maybe a full-on face to face eye contact thing would’ve been too much for all of us. It was easier to keep me half-there, a jacking-off dude in the corner, a witness to what they were doing. I didn’t mind. They fucked good and their bodies were both in tight shape. Her hair was spread over her back and her tits swayed underneath her as he slow-fucked her, his tight butt and legs flexing with each thrust. He ran his hand through his hair and I liked the way his muscles flexed as he did it - the kid could’ve been a pornstar; hell they both could have.

Everything was ramping up. She had her fingers on her clit, working it as he fucked. His breath was getting ragged and a couple times he slowed as if to stave off his orgasm.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum baby,” he said.

“Yeah baby cum in me,” she moaned, furiously jacking her clit. He held tight to her substantial ass as he rammed it into her. Right as he started to cum he looked back at me, wide eyed. I could see his soul leaving his body as he spurted into her.

That did it for me, too. I maybe grunted a little as I spurted a load into my palm but mostly stayed quiet, wanting to catch their sounds. She was cumming too, I could tell from the way she moaned and her whole body shuddered. And then it was over and they were catching their breath. So I went back to the kitchen, my buckle jangling from my open pants, my cock dripping on the floor as I held my cum in my palm. I tossed it down the kitchen drain I’d just cleaned out and ran the water.

When I got myself decent and came back down the hall he was up and pulling on his sweatpants.

“Well, it’s all fixed. Don’t put bacon grease down it,” I said.

“Aw okay,” he said. “Thanks.” A sly grin. She was laid back on the bed, covers pulled over her legs but her breasts exposed. She gave me a smile and a lazy, half-embarrassed wave.

“Be good,” I said, and left the apartment, shaking my head as I shut the door. Yeah, you experience some weird shit sometimes, being a landlord. But watching two hot college exhibitionists fuck was a first for me. I was practically skipping as I headed down the street to my truck, the spring air filling up my lungs. Not a bad job, I thought. And wondered if I’d have occasion to ever experience something like that again.

Read Pt II here