Date: Mon, 20 May 2002 22:36:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stefan <noughteboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clearing A Debt by Stefan (Gay Male Historic, M/M rimming, anal)

Usual disclaimers apply.

Robert Fisher owned a squalid apartment building
on the river side of town. The year was 1947, a
time of a real housing shortage. This ensured
that Fisher's apartments were always tenanted. To
be fair, his rents were cheap but the apartments
really needed a great deal of money spent on
them.

The landlord, a big man in his early fifties, was
busy knocking on the door of Apartment 102.

Julie Grace looked frightened when she saw the
unwelcome visitor.

"Your husband home?", asked the landlord.

"No". Her eyes dropped. "He's out looking for
work".

'Drinking in some pub, more likely', thought
Fisher. Work in post-war Europe was available for
any man who wanted it. A baby started crying
inside the apartment.

"I won't keep you. Ask Mr Grace to drop by the
Supervisor's office. I'll be waiting". The big
man padded off down the badly-lit corridor. The
woman sighed and went to tend to her baby.

There was no longer any Supervisor. Those rooms
were used by the landlord. Through a venetian
blind Fisher watched his tenants come and go.
Most paid their dues and were simply grateful to
have a roof over their heads, even one that
sometimes leaked.

The lobby door opened and in walked Billy Grace.
The 20 year old was slender and still boyish
looking. His good looks were spoiled by a
perpetual frown.

"A word, if you please, Mr Fisher". The landlord
ushered his tenant into the office.

"Look, if it's about the rent I - I promise to
have it for you by Friday". The young man was
sweating. "The baby's been sick and ..."

"I know", the landlord interrupted him. "You've
told me the same yarn for the last four weeks. I
want you out of here by Friday".

"B-but we've nowhere to go".

"I'm not running a charity". The landlord said,
quietly.

The seriousness of the situation finally hit
Billy. His frown deepened. "What am I to do?"

The big man sighed. "I suppose I could help you
out", he said slowly. "But it'll cost you".

"Anything !"

"Hmm". Fisher looked at the young man. "I'll wipe
the debt in return for a favour, sexual I mean".

It took a minute for it to sink in. "Not Julie!"
his voice was little more than a whisper. "She's
not been well since the baby ..".

His voice broke off as the landlord's big hand
started feeling Billy's taut bottom through his
trousers.

"Nice!" Fisher murmured, still fondling the young
man's firm mounds.

"I'm no queer", Billy said, but made no effort to
pull away.

"Of course you're not". His landlord was
reassuring. "Purely a business arrangement". His
finger felt the crack of Billy's arse and
lingered on the hole.

The young man asked: "Will it hurt?"

"Not after you get used to it". Fisher's hand
continued to massage the trouser-encased
bum-cheeks.


"Yes", Billy whispered his assent. At least this
way his family wouldn't be thrown out on the
street. "When do you want to ..."

"Now". The landlord locked the door and pulled
down the venetian blinds. He undid his braces and
stepped out of his trousers and underpants. Billy
gasped at the sight of the man's erect penis.

"Show time", said Fisher, unbuttoning the young
man. When Billy's alabaster arse was revealed in
all its glory, the landlord bent him over a
table. Fisher got down on his knees and licked
Billy's crack with his warm, wet tongue. He paid
particular attention to the young man's pink
puckered hole with it's ripe aroma of unwashed
flesh and an even less savory scent. The landlord
marvelled at Billy's smooth little arse with its
small pink anus. He sucked that pucker right
inside his mouth while the tenant pushed his
mounds back, indicating how much he was enjoying
the novel sensation.

Billy shivered with pleasure as the older man
tongue-bathed his virgin fundament. He felt his
own limp cock stir. His senses were truly
overwhelmed by the intimate, obscene thing the
landlord was doing to him.

"You might like to bite on a knuckle", the man
suggested as he positioned the knob of his cock
at Billy's back entrance and pushed. Fisher's
cock was as rigid as a steel poker going up the
young man's orifice. The landlord pushed until
his balls brushed against pale hemispheres.

Billy clamped his sphincter, trying to repel the
fleshy invader but to no avail. The tight muscle
protested painfully as the warm, pulsating
intruder filled his chute. Fisher waited,
allowing the younger man to get used to the
strange sensation. Then he started thrusting.
Billy's insides churned around the cock.

'Strewth, he's tight' thought the landlord,
marvelling at the swirling feeling inside that
hot, juicy tunnel. He slammed into Billy so hard
it brought tears to the young man's eyes.

Growing up, Billy's bare backside had felt his
stepfather's belt often enough yet that was
nothing conpared to what Fisher's cock was now
doing to his arse. 'He's fucking the shit out of
me', the tenant worried. Fisher's flesh-pole
acted like a piston-rod inside Billy's chute.
'That big pile-driver's going to split me open
and my guts'll spill out - all over the bleeding
floor'. A belting hurt, especially the way his
old man used to lay it on, but never like this.

The assault on the young man's fundament was
unrelenting. After many minutes Billy no longer
felt any pain. It was as if his landlord's cock
had become a living part of him. Billy forgot any
fears he had and, instead, totally abandoned
himself to an overpowering feeling of lust.
Fisher realised the change of heart and rode the
young man even harder than before. The landlord
grunted with exertion as flesh slapped against
flesh. Billy's own cock swelled.

An age passed before Fisher groaned and the young
man felt load after load of spunk layer the walls
of his rectum. The man pulled out of him.

"You can clean up in there". The landlord
indicated the door to a toilet. As Billy hurried
past him, the landlord noticed the young man's
erection. 'Something for him to take home to the
wife', he thought with a grin. He wiped his own
deflated cock clean and then got dressed again.

Billy sat on the toilet gingerly expelling a
large quantity of man-seed and bowel juices,
relieved his intestines remained intact. 'The old
bugger certainly knew what he was doing', he
thought. 'Billy Fisher taking a cock up the arse!
Who'd have believed it'?

When the young man finally emerged looking a bit
sheepish, Fisher handed him a receipt marked
'Paid in full'.

That night, in their seedy upstairs apartment,
the young man, spurred on by the pain in his
fundament and fear about his manhood, fucked his
woman so hard she experienced her first orgasm.
Her ecstatic yell woke the baby.

One week later, Billy returned to the landlord's
office. The big man watched while his tenant
locked the door and lowered the blinds.

"What are you doing?" Fisher asked.

Billy started unbuttoning his braces. "Paying the
rent".

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