Living with others can be challenging. Jack was no acception. I would have addressed his downfalls earlier but he was terribly handsome. He looked like an Abercrombie model. He was carved from stone in the image of a god. I didn't mind him strutting around in just boxers, as it offered opportunities to view his perfect muscular body. I wanted to feel those strong bulges. I would fantasize about kissing his mighty biceps, licking his prominent abs, sucking on the lush nipples that bounced atop his chiseled chest. But alas, he was straight and I could only stroke myself off with my thoughts. Since he made me horny, I did a lot of stroking.One day when he should have been getting ready for work, he was lounging on the sofa. His exposed legs spread apart. I watched his muscular heft for a few minutes before commenting. "No work today?" He grumbled. I asked differently, "You have another day off?"He stood up in a streak of excitement, body tense, and yelled, "The fucking assholes fired me!" He moved closer, as a sudden wave of emotion flooded his body. Despite his great strength, he started to tear up. He put his arms gently around me in an embrace. "I don't know what to do." I patted his strong back and reassured him that things will be okay.He soon went back to watching TV and I suspected the dynamics of relationship is about to change. As time went on, he seemingly made no effort to look for employment. He certainly didn't vacuum or straighten, or do the dishes. I came to realize that I have a leach.One evening I told him that I would like to discuss our arrangement. Though his face registered surprise, his legs spread further, offering the slightest glimpse to his hidden manhood. I know he was trying to distract me. But I remained focused, explaining that if he cannot offer rent I would have to evict him.He cried again, telling me the he was desperate. He had nowhere else to go. His hand rubbed his cock, bringing my attention to his crotch. He admitted that this was the best place he ever lived in and wanted to stay, desperately.I calmly said, while looking him directly in the eye, "Perhaps we can make an arrangement."He smiled, thinking that his flirtatious behavior has won. I explained that he was a good looking guy with a body most men would kill to have. He seemed content in my explanation, even giving a few flexes to showcase how great his body is. So I proposed that twice a week he would give me a showing, allowing me to enjoy it."A showing?" He asked. "I am normally in just boxers. You see it every day.""By showing, I mean you will dance and flex and show off your physique to me. Let's say for an hour twice a week."He started to dance and flex. "We can start that right now!"I added, "It starts when you're naked.""What?!" He blurted out. "I am not gay or into any of that homo crap. I told you that!""It's just dancing and flexing."He looked at me all tense but said nothing.I continued, "Or the eviction can begin.""Don't get any ideas about fucking me!"I sat down on the sofa where he was previously sitting and watched. He slowly inched his boxers down. I could see the top of the shaft shaved clean. It was thick. The boxers inched further down, revealing more and more. I am hung myself at just under nine inches and I appreciate other big cocks. When the boxers finally fell, there before me was big cock. Even its flaccid state it hung nearly 7 inches. I speculated he might be even more hung than myself.For the next hour I watched every inch of him. The image is forever locked in my mind and fantasy. Loved watching his low hanging nuts churn in the ball sack as he flexed.When the hour was over I sat in the hot tub, masturbating. Perhaps he was unaware of my activity below the waves but he walked up and asked if he could join. With my hand on my erection, I explained that he got me a little excited."A body like mine can do that." He dropped his boxers again and slipped into the tub. His arm spread wide over ledge. Our eyes met, as I resumed stroking.It was a bit awkward being watched but he made me horny that I didn't mind. Eventually I gasp and tense up, reaching the point of no return. He rubbed my shoulder as waves of pleasure rushed through me.With my breaths still panting, he said that he enjoyed living with me. I smiled. I suspected things were changing.If you enjoyed, let me know. Positive comments are appreciated.Do you know what else is appreciated? Supporting this website is. With your support, they can continue offering material to aid your horny desires.
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