Gay Erotic Stories

I had just moved to Hartford, CT for a low paying job at one of the larger insurance companies. Looking for apartments sucks. I was having trouble finding a one bedroom in my price range and even met a couple possible roommates. A lot of people weren't even calling me back. I was about to call one of the possible roommates when my phone rang. It was an 860 area code. I answered and it was a man with a deep gravelly voice about an apartment. He told me it was a third floor attic apartment in an old Victorian building It included parking, utilities and the best part was that I could afford it! He gave me the address and told me to meet him there the next day at 1 pm. I got there early. The first floor was being renovated, the yard was messy, and it was on a busy street, but I could afford it! It was the same man I spoke to on the phone. He was about dark skinned, 5'11, big build, rough beard, huge hands. He was wearing a big white t-shirt, dark jeans, and big tan boots. He was the landlord and he lived on the second floor. he said he inherited the house from his grandmother. The apartment was big, very basic, kinda dusty. He told me he felt bad for me and he wouldn't charge a security deposit but he wanted me to sign now. He was intimidating and I signed it right there on the floor. He told me I should start cleaning now and he gave me a broom, a bucket and large brush to wash the floor with. I was there til 7 pm cleaning. He told me he was having friends over and went back downstairs to his apartment. I spent the next 6 hours cleaning and I moved in on the next day. It turned out my bedroom was above his living room and he smoked weed all the time. I could smell it several times throughout the day and he had a good amount of visitors. He was a weed dealer. he seemed to use the front stairwell only and I only had access to the back stairwell. It was a full week before I bumped into him. I was carrying in my new vacuum cleaner. He laughed at me and said, "you really like cleaning don't you white boy?" I laughed, embarrassed. Then he told me he saw the job I did on my place and it was impressive. He asked me if I wanted to clean his place for $100 off the rent. I assembled the vacuum in his apartment and got to work. Since he was being so nice to me I offered to let him hang out in my apartment. I spent the next 3 1/2 hours cleaning. I wanted to make a good impression. When I was finally done and everything sparkled so I went upstairs to tell him. He had me come back downstairs with him to judge my work. He said it was fine and I asked him if he wanted me to change anything. He told me I needed to relax and offered me a blunt he pulled out of his pocket. I was shy, but I accepted. We sat in his living room and talked. He asked all about me. He had been selling weed for about 4 years, has a son, and was a pretty cool guy. He was definitely always intimidating, but he wasn't cold. We were joking and he was making fun of me when all of a sudden he said "Fuck! Smoking weed always makes my dick heavy" and adjusted his dick through his sweatpants. It was big and I saw it bob up and down after he moved it left. My lips parted and my eyes locked. After a couple seconds I looked up to see him grinning at me, lick his lips and give me an affirmative head nod. I sunk to my knees and started to rub it.