My Angry Tenants Ch. 13

I had spent the day with Ron and Gary who were finishing up another rehab project and now we were headed home. It was as hot as hell that day and Ron was in a ripped up t-shirt that showed patches of his hairy chest and an old pair of fatigues that were baggy but still showed off the big meat swinging between his legs. Gary had on a wife beater and one of his many pairs of tight gym shorts, these short enough that his big cock and balls were constantly falling out of the leg, as now.

As we pulled up in the driveway, we all 3 simultaneously noticed the guy sitting on the front steps, seemingly waiting for us. He looked to be in his late 50's, handsome with hair a little too long and a scruff of beard. He was slim, not muscular but with the wiry physique of someone who never had to work out to stay in shape. He had on a dingy t-shirt and a pair of faded 501's. I couldn't help but notice that the buttons of his fly were straining to hold back the load of meat that was packed into his crotch.

"He's a hot guy." Ron said.

"He's showing a big basket." I said.

"He's my father." Gary said, looking none too pleased.

We all got out of the truck cab, me in the middle as usual. Gary's dad took us in one at a time, first giving Ron the once over from head to foot and then appraising me. Finally, he turned to Gary, just as Gary said, "What do you want?"

"Nice to see you too, son." he replied. "I was just in town and I thought I'd look you up."

"You never show up unless you need something." Gary said. "What is it this time?"

"Well, since you mention it, I've been on the road for the last 48 hours. Riding the dog is a real bitch. I thought maybe you'd invite to have a meal and a let me clean up, being we're family and all."

Gary stood there for a few minutes, just staring at his dad. "Alright, asshole." he said. "A sandwich and a shower and then your ass can hit the road."

Ron walked up and unlocked the door and stepped aside as first Gary, then his father and then I trooped in. As I passed him, he raised his eyebrows and gave me a "What the fuck?" look."

I motioned with my head to where Gary's dad was now mounting the stairs, his perfect looking buns flexing as he climbed in the tight Levi's. Ron made thumbs up sign.

As usual, we hit my place first since I kept the refrigerator stocked with cold beer and snacks.

"Sounds like there's a little friction going on." I said to Gary and his dad while opening their drinks.

"Your dad is welcome to clean up here and I'll fix him something to eat."

"That sounds like a good plan for both of us." Gary replied. "And get a shower soon, old man. You smell like a barnyard."

"I guess I did get pretty ripe traveling. I left in a hurry and forgot to pack a change of clothes. Or anything else, for that matter."

"I knew you were in some kind of trouble." Gary said. "Just go wash your smelly ass. Toss your clothes out in the hall and I'll launder them while you shower. It's worth it just so I don't have to smell you. I'll bring up some of mine for you to wear till yours are done."

"I'll show you the shower." I said.

Then I turned to Ron. "Have you guys still got that good cheese we bought last week?" I asked. "It would be really good on a sandwich."

"I'll go and check and bring it up." Ron replied, catching on immediately.

He and Gary left and I led Gary's dad to the bathroom. I pulled all of the towels off of the racks and then said, "You're going to need some clean towels. I'll just run down to the basement and get them and I can drop off your dirty clothes at the same time."

I stepped out into the hall as Gary's dad lifted the t-shirt over his head showing his muscular chest with just a dusting of light hair. His belly was perfectly flat and a treasure trail of darker hairs snaked into the top of his jeans. I pulled the door almost all of the way closed, just leaving enough open so that I was able to see in the mirror as he shucked down his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I watched as he leaned over and his muscular cheeks flexed, his tight crack filled with dark curly hair. He handed the dirty clothes out through the door crack and I watched as it closed.

"I'll get those towels right up here." I yelled through the door as the shower turned on and I stroked my half hard cock. I held up his 501's and examined the stretched crotch for stains. There were dried drips inside from when he had pissed and other blotches that look like stains of cum or precum. I lifted the jeans up and buried my face in the fabric, inhaling the sharp aroma of sweaty cock and balls. My cock went to full mast as I licked and sucked on the more promising stains. But what I really wanted was to taste the real thing.

Ron heard me coming down the stairs and followed me to the basement.

"Damn, he's hot." he said. I'd like to get a close up look at that sweet ass. We've got to get him naked."

I'm way ahead of you." I said, showing him the dirty towels. "All we need to do is wait until the shower goes off."

We waited in the basement and about 5 minutes later the pipes stopped rattling as the shower died.

"Okay, give it a minute and then its show time." I said. We walked back upstairs and stood outside of my open apartment door until we heard the bathroom door open and the sound of footsteps coming down the interior hall. I nodded to Ron and we both walked into the apartment.

"Sorry I was so long with the towels, Ron and I got talking. " I said as we entered.

Gary's dad was standing in the living room, totally nude. He had looked good clothed but he looked a whole lot better naked. There wasn't an ounce a fat on him, his arms and chest defined by hard work instead of working out and his stomach was perfectly flat and his hips trim. Best of all, he had a good six inches of soft cock hanging down from a trimmed bush, the shaft fat and the plum shaped head perfectly in proportion. But what was really attention grabbing was his balls. Not only were they about the size of golf balls, his scrotum hung down what looked like a good nine inches along his thigh.

"Jesus!" Ron said. "You're in really good shape."

I just licked my lips and held out the towels and at just that moment we heard Gary run up the steps behind us. He burst in through the door with some old sweats and a t-shirt in his hands and we all stood there staring at his father.

"My name is Jim, by the way." his father said, 'in case my son never told you."

"Didn't take you long to get comfortable, did it?" Gary asked. He was staring at his father's cock and long ball sack.

"If you tied a knot in that sack you probably wouldn't have to worry about stepping on your nuts, old man." Gary said.

His father reached down and wrapped a hand around the loose sack and pulled down so that his big balls filled the end, then stretched them out at Gary.

"Hard to believe a big ugly thing like you came out of these beauties, isn't it?" he said.

"It's harder to believe that you ever stayed in one place long enough to get anybody pregnant." Gary replied.

I couldn't help but notice, after long familiarity that Gary's dick had started to fill and stretch in his shorts and the head of his cock poked out of his pants leg. I glanced at Ron...his dick was fully hard and pretty obvious.

"Here are the clothes, you worthless old fuck." Gary said and turned and went downstairs.

"I think that went pretty well, don't you?" Jim asked. He dropped his balls and I watched mesmerized as the heavy orbs swung back and forth between his legs.

"I'll be downstairs." Ron said and cut his eyes at Jim. "Take good care of our guest."

I handed Jim the towels and watched as he rubbed his body, taking extra care to get every drop on his cock, balls and ass.

"How about a sandwich and a beer?" I said.

I went into the kitchen and prepared the food, then brought it back to the living room. Jim was on the sofa, a towel across his lap and I set the food on the coffee table in front of him and took a chair across from him. From where I was sitting I could see his big heavy balls hanging down over the sofa cushion and when he leant forward to pick up the beer, his long cock flopped out on top of them. As he ate his snack, I sat back to enjoy the view.

When he had finished the sandwich he asked, "Did Gary ever tell you about why I left?"

"He's never mentioned you at all." I said. I couldn't pry my eyes up from the meat swinging across from me, fantasizing about how it might taste.

"I don't know that his mother ever told him the story, I can't imagine that she would." Jim said. "I was never a good husband. I would have been an even worse father. I was pretty wild and I took what I could get as far as sex goes. My wife and I never did get along and she knew I played around but she put up with it until one day..."

Was I imagining it or was the big cock hanging across from me getting bigger?

"One day, she came home and walked in to find me with my cock buried in the next door neighbor's ass in our bed. The MALE next door neighbor."

"She never suspected?"

His cock was definitely hard now, lifting up off of his balls under its own power. The big smooth head was pointing straight at me and I could see a bead of clear fluid gather in his piss slit.

"She went postal and threw me out. Said she never wanted to see or hear from me again and that she'd have me arrested if I even tried to contact our son. I stayed away after that..." His cock was fully hard now, standing straight up from his lap and as big around as my wrist. It was almost as long as his ball sack hanging below it and it was really a beautiful combination. He shifted and pulled the towel all the way off of his lap so that he was sitting across from me nude.

"You've been staring at my cock since I got here." he said. "Do you intend to do anything about that?"

I stood up and dropped my shorts and skinned off my t-shirt and stood nude in front of him.

"Very nice." he commented. "Turn around and show me your ass." I turned around so he got a good look and then bent slightly forward so that my cheeks parted. I felt his hands grab each cheek and he spread my ass wide so that my hole was exposed.

"Very, very nice." he said and I felt the tip of one finger stroke my pucker. "I do love a hairless ass. Do you get fucked much?"

"Your son and Ron busted my cherry a while back and have worn my hole out ever since." I said. "I don't know which one has shot more juice in my ass and throat. And I love every drop." I said.

"Interesting." Jim said as his hand grasped my hard cock from between my legs. "I never suspected that my boy like fucking another man's hole. I guess he inherited that from me." He had his hand around my cock and balls and was stroking my fuck hole with his thumb.

"Since you've already had the branch, maybe you'd like to try the main trunk?" he said.

I reached down behind me and stroked his rock hard cock up and down, the freed myself and went to the dining table that I'd been fucked on so many times before. I laid back and raised my legs so that my hungry hole was open and exposed.

"Have you got a condom?" he asked. "Since we just met."

"Look in the drawer of the coffee table." I replied. "There's a bottle of lube there, too."

He retrieved the rubber and the lube and then came and stood between my wide flung legs, his big hard cock arching in front of him. I took the bottle of lube and squirted a small amount on his fat dick and massaged it slowly up and down the length, and then I peeled the condom down over his throbbing cock. When his dick was fully bagged, I spread more of the lube over his upright prong and then raised my legs higher and hooked my arms behind my knees so that my ass was spread to the fullest extension and hanging just over the table edge.

"Okay," I said, "let's see if you're as good at fucking ass as your son is."

He grabbed his thick shaft around the base and I felt his cock head slide up and down in my crack until it came to rest against my puckered entrance. He pressed forward and I felt the big plum opening my hole, the lips of my ass spreading to allow it in. The fat head popped through my ring and then I felt his long shaft slide in behind it until it was fully buried in my ass.

He started out slow, sliding the long shaft almost all the way out and then slowly sliding his hard cock back deep in my guts. When his tempo started to increase I said, "That's it, fuck me like your son does. Bury you cock in your son's ass slave."

I knew from experience that once the going got heavy on that dining table, you could hear the legs knocking on the floor from Ron and Gary's apartment below. Sure enough, as Jim plowed my ass at a now steady tempo, I heard footsteps climbing the stairs and looked over at the door to see Ron standing there nude with his cock in his hand.

Jim looked over and saw him, too, and said, "Thought I might as take advantage of all of the hospitality on offer."

Ron walked over to the table, his big dick hard and standing out in front of him and watched as Jim's long meat slid in and out of my hole.

"Our little buddy is very friendly." he said. "And his ass is very accommodating. It's too bad about that condom, though. I love sloppy seconds up his hole."

He reached over and behind Jim and I knew that Ron's hand was stroking his ass and sliding into his crack. I could feel Jim's cock inside of me pulse and swell and I knew that Ron was fingering his ass hole.

"Keep that up and I'm going to lose my load." Jim panted and I saw Ron's arm moving faster, sliding his fingers in and out of Jim's pucker.

Jim thrust his cock as far as he could get it into my fuck chute and muttered, "Ah, fuck!"

I felt his giant meat throb and buck as he filled the condom with his ball juice. He fell forward on top of me and while Ron stroked and played with his meaty ass his cock slowly went soft inside of me.

He stood up and slowly drew his dick out of my clutching hole and then peeled the loaded scum bag off of his dick. I sat up and leant forward to clean the juices off of his cock, tasting his pungent cum for the first time. Remarkably, it tasted almost exactly like Gary's salty spunk.

"Give me that rubber." Ron said and Jim handed it to him. Ron lifted it up to eye level and admired the big load trapped inside, then put the opening to his lips and swallowed Jim's cum as it slid into his mouth.

"Waste not, want not around here." Ron said.

Jim stepped back and Ron took his place between my legs. I spread my legs even wider and used my hands on each side to pull my cheeks apart so that Ron could see my gaping hole that had just milked a load out of Jim's balls. He played his cock head over my gape and said to Jim, "You left him the way I like him with his hole nice and loose so I can fuck him longer."

I felt Ron's beautiful uncut cock penetrating me and I sighed as the big log hit the bottom of my ass. He slowly started to fuck his meat in and out of my hole.

"Give the lazy boy something to do." Ron told Jim. "Climb up there and make him tongue your hole while I fuck him."

Ron knew that this was my favorite thing in the world, a cock up my ass and an ass on my face. Jim climbed up on the table and straddled me, then lowered his gorgeous butt onto my face. As it descended, I had time to admire his meaty cheeks and the wiry dark hairs growing around his puckered hole. I stuck my tongue out to meet it and was rewarded when my tongue penetrated his anus up to the hilt and his big meaty ball sack came to rest on my throat.

"He's in hog heaven now!" Ron said and started pistoning his cock in and out of my fuck hole faster and harder.

"Ride his face." Ron said. "Feed him that man hole. Make him eat your ass deep."

Jim was rocking on my face and I was straining upward with my tongue, trying to get it deeper into his tasty hole.

"Lift your balls up, Jim." Ron said. "I want to see that ass eater's hungry tongue up your hole."

I felt Jim lift his balls up with one hand and lean back and brace himself with the other. Ron was getting a close up view of my tongue half buried up Jim's hole and it had its effect. Ron slammed his cock in and out of me and then I felt it swell thickly and start bucking as he sprayed my chute with his hot seed. Jim lifted up so my mouth was free.

"Fuck, yeah!" Ron said. "How many loads of my jizz does that make up your ass today?"

"That was number three." I said. "Breakfast, lunch and now dinner."

"Here's your dinner. Clean my cock up." He looked at Jim with his spit slick ass hole hovering over my face and his ball sack still in his hand. "And you'd better get that tight looking fuck hole out of my face before my cock gets hard again."

Jim said, "Now there's an interesting threat." and climbed down while I got busy on Ron's cock, sucking and licking the traces of his cum and my ass juices off of his big hose, taking special pains to clean under his loose foreskin.

"How does take out sound for supper?" Ron asked, back to business. He turned to me and said, "You phone it in and I'll go pick it up. And you, Jim, can go and get your grumpy son when I'm back."

We all followed our appointed duties and Ron was back with the food in no time. Jim slipped on the clothes that Gary had supplied and went downstairs, followed on his return by a glum faced Gary. I saw him sniff the air and I knew the musk of butt fuck sex perfumed the air.

"Who pissed in your Postum, dick head?" Ron asked.

"I guess I'm just not in a very good mood." Gary replied, staring at Jim.

"Maybe it's time for me to be going." Jim said. "The dryer must have stopped long ago and my clothes should be ready."

"Crap!" I said. "I forgot to put them in the dryer. That's good though because I was going to suggest you spend the night."

"He's not sleeping with me!" Gary cried.

"It's cool, he can bunk with me." I said and Jim caught me checking out his crotch again.

"I think that's a great idea." Ron said. "I was hoping to get a buzz on tonight instead of driving, anyway."

"Well, you guys entertain him. I'm going back downstairs." Gary said and picked up his food and left.

"Let him simmer for a while." Ron said. "He'll calm down. Now, how about another beer?"

After eating, Ron and Jim relaxed and just shot the shit. It turned out that they had a lot in common, including jail time. The beers flowed and they swapped stories while I lay on the sofa and listened. Later, I got up and went downstairs looking for Gary.

He was lying naked on his bed, pouting. He looked like a little boy.

"Your dad and Ron are really getting along." I said. "You should come upstairs."

"I don't want anything to do with that old bastard." he said. "He never wanted anything to do with me."

"Maybe he didn't have a choice." I said.

"Fat fucking chance." Ron said. "That son of a bitch dumped me and my mom the first chance he could. I can barely ever remember him being around when I was a kid."

"Maybe your mom wanted it that way."

"No way. She hated his guts for leaving."

"Gary," I said, "she found out that he's gay." I then repeated the story Jim had told me earlier.

"I don't believe it." he said. "He just scoped out what was going on around here and figured that would be his way in. The lying bastard would say anything." I moved over to where Gary was laying, grabbed his hand and ran it up between my ass cheeks so that his finger was in my hole.

"That was your dad's dick up there just a while ago." Ron looked well and truly shocked.

"No way." Gary said and smelled his finger. "Is that his cum?"

"No, that's Ron's. Your dad used a condom. But Ron walked in on your dad fucking my ass and they wound up tagging me."

"Bullshit. Really?"

"Really. Your dad's got a hell of a cock on him and he knows how to fuck ass like a pro."