The Point - Part 1, Management

I had just moved to a new city to take up a new position. Fresh out of university and ready to take on the world. I had known I was gay since I was 12 and had been having serious sex with guys since then. So, when a friend who was from the big city told me about The Point, I thought I'd check it out.

It was an apartment complex with a questionable reputation. The apartments were all large studios and reasonably priced, so there were a lot of dock workers and bikers who lived there. My friend had told me that a willing cocksucker could find heaven there, and I had decided to find out for myself. Besides, with my beginning civil service salary, it was a very good deal.

I rang the manager's bell and the door was opened by a tall very skinny guy with a three day growth of beard and what looked like a serious hangover. He had black hair and eyes and was about 25-30 I imagine. Actually, he wasn't bad looking but I didn't linger on his face long because he was standing there in a pair of cotton running shorts and I could see the outline of his cock clearly. It was soft but even at that, it had to be about 7" long with a big head clearly outlined. I noticed that his eyes followed mine downwards and he sorta smirked.

"What can I do for ya kid?" he growled.

"Well," I muttered, "I'm new to town and I heard these flats were really cheap, and since I'll be working downtown, I could walk to work from here."

"You really think this place is right for a preppy boy like you? I don't know what you've heard but there are some rough characters who live here. They work hard,drink hard and party hard."

I smiled my nicest smile and said, "I don't think that'll be a problem."

"Well, that remains to be seen," he said. "Come on upstairs. We've got one apartment that is available. It's furnished and utilities are included. You pay for cable. "

"Sounds great," I said as I followed him up the steps. The complex was like so many built in the 60's and 70's, in a horseshoe shape with the parking in the middle. There were two levels and the flat I was going to see was on the second level. From any apartment, you could see all of the other apartments across from you and by walking on the balcony, you could see all of them.

He slipped the key into the door and pushed the door open, but instead of going in ahead of me, he just turned aside so I had to brush against him to get in the door. Was it just my imagination or wishful thinking, but I would've sworn I rubbed against something pretty substantial and very hard.

Once we were inside I turned and looked, and sure enough, snaking down the leg of his shorts was one of the biggest hard dicks I'd laid eyes on up to that point. The thing had to be at least 10" long and the head looked like a fist. I think he appreciated my attention because he smiled slightly, and asked, "Well?"

"Well what, " I responded.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Oh yeah," I whispered.

"You haven't seen much. Walk around and look the place over."

I did. It was a nice spacious open plan, basically one big room with a pullman kitchen. The area for the bed was behind bookshelf units so it seemed like plenty of space. Of course, I really wanted to be back over by the couch where the manager was sprawled, conveniently displaying that awesome cock.

"It's fine," I said. "I'll take it. When can I move in?"

"Hell, you can move in today if you've got the money for the deposit and first month's rent. Let's go down to the office and fill out all the damned papers. Then, it'll be all yours."

So we went down and did the paperwork. He had me sit at his desk to fill out the application, and he stood next to me with his awesome cock at eye level. Now, I don't need a building to fall on me to let me know that he wanted some. I certainly wanted a lot of what he was offering, but I was skittish about messing around with the manager. What if he took a dislike to me, afterwards, and kicked me out. I'd have to find out what was going on before I went any further with him.

"Here's your keys, dude. Gotta let you know that I have one too. Don't try to change the locks or we'll charge you. Get it!"

I laughed and said, "Wouldn't think of it!"

He tossed the keys at me and I turned and walked out to my car.I think he was a little disappointed that I didn't hit on him because he followed me out and shouted, "Be sure and call me if you have any problems. If you have any maintenance problems, don't try to fix them yourself, we have an exceptional maintenance guy.

I would've sworn he winked at me. "OK," you can count on it" And I winked back.

Well, to cut to the chase, I got my clothes in and unpacked, set up my computer and basically tried to settle in. The first few days were interesting. I was adjusting to my new job and it seems everytime I came home there was a new group of guys hanging around in the parking lot. Funny thing, I don't think I saw any girls, at least not in the daytime.

My friend had been right. They were a rough crowd. The dockers were big and strong, generally dirty after work, and they tended to drink a lot. The bikers, now they were the rough lot. They generally tended to hang out together. Of course, how much can one find out in a couple of days.

I hadn't been there a week when I did something so dumb I was even afraid to call the manager, but looking back it was the best thing I ever did. Seems I'd tried to put artichoke leaves down the garbage disposal and completely stopped the damned thing.

Screwing up my courage, I phoned the manager and told him what had happened. He just laughed and said, "Damn dude, you haven't been here a week and you've already fucked something up!"

"I'm so sorry," I said, "I just didn't know."

"Hey, no problem. I'll just send up our maintenance man, Brian to fix it."

Five minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I was expecting the maintenance guy to be some old fart in a khaki worksuit. Wrong!!
Standing in front of me was this incredibly hot guy, maybe 24, light brown hair, green eyes and this wicked smile. My knees started to shake. He was in an old polo shirt and jeans and let me tell you, he was built like the proverbial brick shithouse. Not an ounce of fat on this guy. Now I work out a lot but I don't think I'd ever look as good as he did, even if I took steroids.

"Hear you're havin a problem with your disposal."

"Yeah," I muttered. I explained the problem and he said he was sure he could fix it.

"Listen , " he said, as he opened the cabinet door, "go get me a pillow to lie on. This is going to take a little time."

So, I got him the pillow and he lay down under the sink and started to take the disposal apart. Looking at him all stretched out there, with that impressive mound in his crotch, I know my mouth was hanging open. He was so fuckin hot. Just when I was about to cream, standing over him, lusting for that bod, he raised his head and looked at me. He had the funniest expression on his face.

"uh-oh," I thought. "I bet he's pissed off at me for staring at him."

So, I went over to the couch and sat down and picked up a book and tried to read. Unfortunately, my mind was still on that incredible body down under my sink.

Just then, I heard him holler, "Hey, come over here. I want to show you what the problem is, and I need your help."

I went over and knelt down next to his prone body and peeked under the sink.

"Dude, you're gonna have get in a little closer to see this mess."

I tried leaning in closer but I couldn't keep my balance so I sorta fell over and caught myself by putting my hand on his chest. He jumped and I said, "I'm sorry. Lost my balance."

"No problem. You can lean on me."

So, I did, and was able to crawl about halfway under the sink almost on top of him. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. My 7" was throbbing away inside my sweats. If he'd looked up, he wouldn't have missed it for sure.

He explained the problem and I pulled my head back and tried to right myself. That's when I noticed that I wasn't the only one who had enjoyed the encounter. There was an awesome bulge in his crotch. God, I just wanted to fall face-down on it and chew his cock through his jeans.

"So, what else did you need my help with?" I asked.

He lifted his head up, smiled at me, and then grabbed my hand and placed it right on that mound I'd been lusting for.

"This," he said.

I didn't waste any time. I did just what I had dreamt of doing . I starting working his cock with my mouth right through his clothes. It just seemed to get harder and harder.

"Hey, man, get that cock out before it explodes and blows my jeans all over the room."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I unbuttoned his 501's and reached my hand down in his jockeys and wrapped my hand around his nice thick cock. I pulled it out and just looked at it. It wasn't huge, between 6 and 7 " probably but perfectly shaped, cut , nice and thick with a nice bullet head. The perfect cock for sucking. It was leaking precum all over my hand.

"Well," he whispered, "are you just going to sit there and admire it or are you going to suck it?"

Hey, was there ever any doubt. I fell on his cock like a starving man on a ham sandwich. I started to kiss the head and lick around the tip. The more I licked, the more prejizz came out. It was so salty and good. I started at the tip and gave his meat a good washing all the way down to his nice big hairy nuts. I took is balls in my mouth and sucked them and licked them with my tongue.

"Oh shit, " he moaned. "Suck them balls. Yeees."

I let them plop out and washed my way back up to the perfectly shaped head of his cock and let it slide between my lips. God, it was so fuckin hard. I let it slowly slide into my mouth until I felt his rough pubes against my lips. It was an awesome mouthful.

"Oh yeah, faggot," he moaned, " suck my big cock!"

And I did, in long slow strokes, running my tongue around it as it slid in and out. I could tell he was really enjoying it because he was beginning to shake and his balls were pulling up.

"You like my big cock , don't you faggot. I knew you wanted to suck it the minute I walked in the door. You love suckin cock, don't you boy?"

"UUUM_UUUM" I mumbled around a mouthful of hot manmeat.

Fortunately, he wasn't a quick cummer so I was able to suck his cock for at least ten minutes before the pre-cum spurts in my mouth and the swelling of his cock told me me was ready to pop. He grabbed my head and forced it clear down on his meat which was beginning to throb.

One, two , three, four, the shots of cum exploded in my mouth. I tried to suck it all down but he was a massive cummer. Some of his juice ran out around his cock and down the sides of my face.

When he was spent, he pulled out, and I wiped his thick hot juice off my face and licked it off my fingers.

"Damn, you are a real cockhound, aren't you?" he laughed. Get down there and clean the rest of the cum off my cock and put it back in my jeans. Be careful, it's real sensitive, and I don't want any teethmarks that I can't explain to my old lady."

"I'll suck your cock anytime you want. Believe me, just knock on the door, and I'll take it."

"You can count on that kid. You are a really great cocksucker, and I love a good headjob better than anything. You know, I think you're gonna like it here."

He finished up his work and left. I went right over to the bed, lay down and fished out my own painfully swollen 7" uncut cock and started pounding away, just thinking about his awesome cock in my mouth. In a couple of minutes, I was over the edge, and sprayed my cum all over myself, the bed and even the wall. You would've thought that was enough, but I didn't get soft, and so I just kept stroking and in about five more minutes had another mind-blowing cum.

Well, I thought, that was good to know. I'd always have someone around I could suck off once in awhile, even if he didn't reciprocate. About seven that evening there was another knock at the door. "Shit, how lucky could I be," I thought. He's cum back for seconds."

Instead, when I opened the door, there stood the manager, shirtless, in the same pair of clingy running shorts and sandals. He pushed his way in.

"A little birdy told me that you're a first-class cocksucker."

"I wonder who that could've been," I replied.

"Never mind. I just don't understand why you jumped on Brian's cock the first time you see him and you just ignored me when you arrived here and I did everything but rub my cock on your face."

"Yeah, that's true, and you can believe I wanted it. I still do. I was just afraid you might be a queer hater, and kick me out."

"Hey man, when you've got a cock as big as mine, you take it where you can get it." He was rubbing his cock and the head was sticking out of the bottom of his shorts."

"Jesus!" I exclaimed, "How big is that sucker? Can I pull it out."

"YOu better do more than pull it out. I didn't come up here for tea."

I fell to my knees in front of him and pulled his shorts down slowly and that enormous man-pole that had been trapped in the fabric hit me full in the face. It was truly the biggest cock I had seen at that time, not just long and it was very long, but thick, thick as a beer can. It was circumcised and the head was much bigger than the shaft. This was a dick that could put the F in fucking, that was for sure.