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When I finally got a new job I was on the bones of my arse. Having lost my job a few months before my funds had dwindled to almost nothing and I was about to be thrown out of the fully furnished apartment I had been renting. All I could now afford now was a really basic room in a boarding house, on the wrong sides of the tracks.The four upstairs rooms in this establishment all had to share a communal bathroom that had two toilets, two basins, two showers, and one bath. Thankfully, all these amenities had doors and walls dividing them and were serviced at least once a day.In fairness, the rooms were okay and the three-quarter beds clean and comfortable. Each room also had a basin and a small bar fridge. There was also a small shelf with a kettle and a few basic bits of crockery and cutlery.My fellow three renters were all men of the blue-collar variety, whom I very seldom saw and our only interaction was nods of acknowledgement when we infrequently bumped into one another.My landlord, and owner of the establishment, lived in the downstairs area with his wife. She was a semi-invalid, whom one never saw. Huck Hammond, the landlord, was a fifty-something thickset man. He always wore elasticized shorts that were faded with age and t-shirts with logos and slogans, which he had presumably received as promotional gifts. The t-shirts were always soiled, presumably from the handiwork he did around the place.Huck had a broad and unattractive face, which was covered with stubble that surrounded his chin, bulbous nose, and thick lips. His eyes, which seemed too small for his head were somewhat unsettling. Huck’s hands were puffy and large, with the fattest fingers I had ever seen on a man.From the time we met I was always ill at ease with the way he looked at me. His gaze was intense and had a salacious undercurrent that worried me, and made me feel like Escort Sarıyer I was being appraised for a carnal strike.Huck’s body language also bordered on the obscene as his grotesque hands constantly toured his body and crotch in a suggestive and lewd manner. In fact, I couldn’t extricate myself from his company quick enough and always kept my door locked.Having insisted on being paid in cash for the rent, and after I had paid my deposit, he informed me that he would collect the weekly rent in person.When my next rent was due one Saturday morning, there was a knock at my door. I had the envelope ready with Huck’s money, which I planned to hand to him at the door. When I opened the door, however, it was clear that my plan was not going to work because Huck had a plate with two pieces of cake on it.“Hi, I just wanted to find out how you are doing, so I figured that I would have a cup of coffee and a slice of cake with you,” he announced with a smile.With no alternative, I had to invite him in.As I switched on the kettle Huck said, “Looks like you are all alone upstairs for the weekend.” Huck then went on to say that the other guys were obviously away servicing pussy for the weekend. He had a strict ‘no female’ policy at the boarding house, so any fucking had to be done off the premises.“I envy those guys,” he said, before qualifying, “As you know my wife isn’t doing too well, health wise, so I never get laid anymore.”I simply gave him an apologetic grin of lament as I busied myself with the coffee preparation.“How about you, Adrian?” he asked, “Do you have an available pussy at your disposal?”“Not at the moment,” I replied.“Mmm,” he simply uttered with a curious look, as if evaluating whether pussy may possibly not be my thing.“Well, pussy isn’t for everyone,” he then stated, with his eyes licentiously Silivri escort bayan trying to read my expression.After placing his piece of cake on a small plate, I handed it to him with his cup of coffee. Before I could offer him a spoon, however, Huck lifted the cake off his plate and wolfed it down. Once done, the next bit of behaviour from him was deliberately suggestive.After using one of his fat fingers to scrape the residue off his plate, his thick lips parted and his tongue emerged like a huge slug before he commenced licking his fingers clean in a pornographic fashion, as one after the next finger speared in and out of the fleshy folds of his mouth. As this happened, his indecent eyes fixatedly glared at me.Next, Huck wiped the residue of spit on his fingers off on his t-shirt, crudely encircling his nipples as he did so.As I watched him a strange excitement began to escalate within me, despite the fact that he really wasn’t my taste.‘This fucker is trying to soften me up,’ I thought to myself, and to my dismay it was actually working.Huck then asked me a really strange question. “Do you piss in the basin?”“Why do you ask?” I apprehensively enquired, worried that I had been found out.“Well, it would make sense and save you having to leave your room at night when you need a piss,” he reassuringly informed me.“Yeah, sometimes,” I answered with relief.After downing the last bit of coffee in his cup and putting it down, Huck then indecently gripped hold of his crotch and commenced fondling it.Again evaluating my expression he then rhetorically asked, “Well, on that note, you won’t mind me pissing in you basin?”“No, go for it,” I answered with a dry mouth, now excited by the prospect of seeing his dick.I could see that the fucker knew he was winning me over and that his bravado was beginning to reap Topkapı escort rewards.Enjoying his victory, he now made a meal of his success. Upon inserting his right hand into the front of his pants he continued to fondle his genitals more animatedly. As he did so, his thick lips parted and the fat slug once more slowly and suggestively emerged between them.There was no urgency in his actions and it was like he was making me suffer for my curtness in our past interactions. He could clearly see the hungry anticipation in my eyes and was going to make me pay for my aloofness.As his right hand continued its fondling, his left hand slipped under his t-shirt and found its way to his moobs. The sight of his garden path and hairy stomach now almost had me gasping with lust.Finally, after Huck’s left hand moved south once he had given his nipples a good rub. His left hand now slowly started pushing his shorts ever downward. As I watched with my heart beating faster, the garden path began to blossom into a forest when to base of his cock came into sight.Thankfully, the last part of the trouser journey ended swiftly, when Huck suddenly pushed his shorts down to his thighs.The sight that now greeted me was even better than I had hoped for. The combination of his right hand and cock looked like a swarm of eels surrounding a large fish. Huck’s uncut dick was very thick and meaty, and the balls hanging below that were bulbous and plump.With a mischievous look on his face, however, it soon became clear that his torment was not yet over as he turned and moved toward the basin. Huck then slopped his dick into the basin before I heard the splashing sounds of his impressive flow of piss.As he finished off and rinsed the basin, Huck said, “Sorry about all the splashes around the basin, but foreskins are what they are.”As I was assuring Huck that it wasn’t a problem, Huck removed his t-shirt and mopped up the remaining splashes around the basin.“That wasn’t really necessary,” I proffered, as Huck threw the t-shirt on the floor.“It had to come off in any case,” Huck then stated, before letting his pants drop to the floor and kicking his shorts aside.
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