Gay Male / 36
My New Life, Post COVID
I'm in my thirties and during the lockdowns I lost my job and rented my spare bedroom to cover costs. This man worked from home, in his forties, never married, I should have caught on. He was neat and he always dressed well, spent time ironing his shirts I should have caught on. He worked in digital advertising, his hands were always perfectly groomed. I should have caught on.
And one day, any day, I was late getting up that day. I picked up because he was a real pain about a dirty kitchen. I showered late and looked for work on the internet. He came out for lunch and he told me I needed to get my hair cut, I was never going to get a job looking like that. He told me he had clippers and he would do part of the job, and after lunch he sat me down in the kitchen with at towel under the chair and he clipped my hair and he rubbed my shoulders. I should have caught on. He went through my closet and picked out a shirt and ironed it and gave it to me and told me to put it on. I should have caught on.
He sat on the sofa and told me to come over and suck his dick for a while, work my tensions off. Damn, you have to be kidding. He wasn't kidding, he repeated it and told me he didn't like having to speak twice about what he wanted, get over there and suck his dick. His dick, damn, his dick got hard and I knelt on the floor between his legs and held his hard dick in hand, and then I put my head down and started sucking his dick while he rubbed my head with his hand.
When he was hard, like rock hard, and breathing hard, he told me to get up, pull my pants down and lean over with my hands on the coffee table. Fuck it hurt, his dick felt like it was the size of a fist, and he worked it in, telling me to stand still and push back when he shoved in, he worked it in until I felt his thighs against my cheeks and his balls slapping at my butt. He fucked, fucked me, it felt like forever, it didn't hurt anymore, it felt good in the creepiest way, it felt good and he fucked me and came in my ass and pulled out and sent me to kitchen to get a dishtowel and after cleaning his dick he gave it to me and told me to clean up my ass.
He lived with me for seven months. He paid the rent on time, and he trained me to clean up and how to iron my shirts and how to interview on the internet. I got a job proofreading for a medical publication. I sucked his cock and lay on the bed where he fucked me and had clean dishtowels in the drawer of his dresser to clean up. He had lube delivered and it was better when he lubed me up, the more he fucked me the better I liked it and looked forward to it. After he moved out the place was quiet and lonely.
But I was gay now and that was something I had to deal with. I met a guy on the internet and met him at the park and we went back to my apartment and he fucked me in the same bed my COVID renter fucked me in. I haven't met anyone to room with, only one night stands. I know where to go, my hair is always short, my shirts ironed, and how to advertise that I'm there. I know the bartender, a woman in her fifties who's a lesbian, she told me. She helps me get the attention from men who are in town on business. It's a high class steak house, with a big bar for the after hours crowd. If I get a good tip, I share it with her.
And one day, any day, I was late getting up that day. I picked up because he was a real pain about a dirty kitchen. I showered late and looked for work on the internet. He came out for lunch and he told me I needed to get my hair cut, I was never going to get a job looking like that. He told me he had clippers and he would do part of the job, and after lunch he sat me down in the kitchen with at towel under the chair and he clipped my hair and he rubbed my shoulders. I should have caught on. He went through my closet and picked out a shirt and ironed it and gave it to me and told me to put it on. I should have caught on.
He sat on the sofa and told me to come over and suck his dick for a while, work my tensions off. Damn, you have to be kidding. He wasn't kidding, he repeated it and told me he didn't like having to speak twice about what he wanted, get over there and suck his dick. His dick, damn, his dick got hard and I knelt on the floor between his legs and held his hard dick in hand, and then I put my head down and started sucking his dick while he rubbed my head with his hand.
When he was hard, like rock hard, and breathing hard, he told me to get up, pull my pants down and lean over with my hands on the coffee table. Fuck it hurt, his dick felt like it was the size of a fist, and he worked it in, telling me to stand still and push back when he shoved in, he worked it in until I felt his thighs against my cheeks and his balls slapping at my butt. He fucked, fucked me, it felt like forever, it didn't hurt anymore, it felt good in the creepiest way, it felt good and he fucked me and came in my ass and pulled out and sent me to kitchen to get a dishtowel and after cleaning his dick he gave it to me and told me to clean up my ass.
He lived with me for seven months. He paid the rent on time, and he trained me to clean up and how to iron my shirts and how to interview on the internet. I got a job proofreading for a medical publication. I sucked his cock and lay on the bed where he fucked me and had clean dishtowels in the drawer of his dresser to clean up. He had lube delivered and it was better when he lubed me up, the more he fucked me the better I liked it and looked forward to it. After he moved out the place was quiet and lonely.
But I was gay now and that was something I had to deal with. I met a guy on the internet and met him at the park and we went back to my apartment and he fucked me in the same bed my COVID renter fucked me in. I haven't met anyone to room with, only one night stands. I know where to go, my hair is always short, my shirts ironed, and how to advertise that I'm there. I know the bartender, a woman in her fifties who's a lesbian, she told me. She helps me get the attention from men who are in town on business. It's a high class steak house, with a big bar for the after hours crowd. If I get a good tip, I share it with her.
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