Liam Has A Key
Story by Boz

It’s my first week in suburbia and I’m wondering why I agreed to move to the land of the breeders.  I am living in a house that belongs to a friend.  He got relocated to a new city as part of a job promotion.  He wasn’t ready to sell his house.  He wanted to see how things worked out first.

I don’t have a boyfriend, pets or smoke.  I also don’t have any money.  When Larry offered me free rent to live in his house for him, I instantly agreed.  I needed to save some money.

The idea of living in a new place was appealing.  I was living in a three-room apartment in the Short North area of Columbus.  The old gray stone building I lived in didn’t have air conditioning.   It was within walking distance to everything.  This was important since I didn’t have a car.

My dream was more important than stuff.  I wanted to write.  I had a head full of stories and I was never really happy unless I was writing.   It could be a blog post, a letter, a short story or a freelance article.  There wasn’t much money and I occasionally resorted to temporary office work to fend off starvation.

This was how I met Larry.  He was the complete opposite of me in every way but one.  He believed life was a big game.  The one with the most stuff at the end wins.  He liked to talk about stock, investments and rollovers.  He joked about buying the house and renting a family just to save on taxes. 

He was definitely in the right place for the family idea.  The catch was he was totally gay.  He was a shameless bottom who loved to suck and be fucked.  He didn’t like it any other way.  We hooked up a few times and then he got bored with me.  The friendship remained good, but I guess he found something he liked better. 

Larry asked me to watch the house. He left me a vintage 65 Ford Mustang convertible to drive.  My only obligation was to water the plants and cut the grass.  I still had new clue as to why a single gay guy had a five bedroom house in suburbs.

I familiarized myself with my new neighborhood.  I discovered during my first jog that every family in the subdivision had a dog and every yard had an invisible fence. The dogs would wait at the corner of their yard and run parallel to the sidewalk barking as I ran.  This was repeated yard after yard as I circled the neighborhood. 

The local grocery story was stocked with everything imaginable.  There was imported food from India, Korea and Thailand.  I think the bag boys were imported too.  They had long hair, baggy jeans, and piercings.   They looked like they came from my neighborhood. They must have thought so too.  One of them asked if I wanted a job application.

The biggest thing I missed was the old corner pub during happy hour.  I often had a beer and appetizers for dinner.  It wasn’t healthy eating, but it was better than being alone.  There was usually one guy or another who wanted to talk.  It was usually a guy try to overcome a heartbreak or looking for his next one.

Here in the suburbs things were a little different.  The closest recreation was a place a called “The Powder Room”.  At first, I thought it was a ladies tea room, but I noticed it was mostly men coming and going.  One day I stopped and asked about the place.  It turned out to be an indoor shooting range.

A little further up the street there was a sports bar.  It was a big open room with large screens hanging from the ceiling.  The tables and chairs were plastic.   The walls were decorated with posters of players from near by college and professional teams.  It was lifeless and bland.  I suspected I was the only gay man who had ever stepped inside.

The main intersection in town was known as the “Four Corners”.  On each corner was an old building.  Two sold antiques, one was jewelry store and the fourth was a coffee shop.  The rustic charm of the intersection was overwhelmed by the traffic.  Angry drivers waited impatiently behind drivers who wanted to turn left.  There was always a long row cars waiting in queue.

I got all of this, free rent and air conditioning for my trouble.   If this lifestyle was the measure of success for a young married couple or a professional man, I wasn’t going to get too ambitious.  My old neighborhood in Short North was looking better and better.

I completed the loop and started back to Larry’s house.  I wanted to see at least one crack in a sidewalk or a bare patch on a lawn.  I would have welcomed an old car with a rusty fender.  I was even missing the occasional blast of smelly air from the city sewer.  This place was too sterile.

I made the last turn and walked down the last stretch of sidewalk until I reached Larry’s house.  The garage door was open and I was sure I had left it closed.  I walked into cautiously into the house, but nothing looked out of order.   I opened the door to the basement and I heard some noise.  It wasn’t the television, but maybe a clock radio or something.

I walked quietly down the stairs and followed the sound to a small room where Larry kept a computer.  The door was open and sitting at the desk was a teen-age boy!  He was watching gay porn dressed only in a black cap and black shorts.  The rest of clothes were scattered on the floor.

He had brown hair and an athletic body.  His skin was smooth and milky white only his cheeks had a rosy glow.  I could hear his soft moans and groans from the pleasure he was giving himself.   The sight of him mesmerized me. 

I was a witness to his private moment.  It was a unique experience.  I had wanked with other guys.  I had also watched my share of wank videos on porn sites.  It was a completely different thing to see a horny teenage boy enjoying himself sitting in a chair only a few feet in front of you.  It was the only beautiful and natural thing I had seen in this instant pudding neighborhood.

My thoughts surrounded him.  My brain triggered an appropriate memory to match the sensations he was experiencing.  I was living the moment through him.  I didn’t care how he got in.  He obviously knew about the computer and the gay porn on the hard drive.  In a flash, I understood why Larry kept the house.

The boy looked back and saw me.  He didn’t react beyond a smile.  He continued wanking and looked back occasionally to see if I was still watching.  He still had his shorts on so I figured the fun was over, but he surprised me.  He stood up and pushed his shorts down.  He had shaved pubes and a fat cock. 

He fondled his cock with one hand while he punched up a new video clip with the other.  He stopped when he found a part with two boys kissing.  His eyes lingered on the scene as his erection grew to full length.

The scene on the computer changed to fucking and he handled himself much more aggressively.  He used his finger tips gripped his fleshy tube.  They moved in a frantic blur as I watched. 

He paused for an instant to start another clip.  This time his free hand moved under his balls.  He stroked with one hand as he pushed his balls up with the other.  I heard his breathing change and he pushed his tensing body up on his toes.  The rosy blush on his face spread to his body. 

I heard him gasp and I saw a large blast of white goo rocket from the end of his cock.  A few more bursts followed in quick succession.  I heard him sigh and fall limp on the chair.  His dick continued to leak and a steady river of cum.  

He turned on the chair to face me.  He was covered in cum.  It was dripping from his face, chest and was collecting on his belly.  He licked around his lips and then smiled. I was about to cum in my own pants and I hadn’t touched myself.  He was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

He had a roll of toilet paper at the ready.  He tore off a long length and began to clean up.  It was on his face, arms, neck, belly, and around the base of his cock.  I had never seen anyone blow such a large load.  He laughed at my astonishment.

I stood there speechless, as he got dressed.  He slipped on his black boxers, jeans and t-shirt.  He finally spoke when he started tying his shoes.

“Larry told me you’d be looking after the place.  My name is Liam.” He offered a cum sticky hand for me to shake.  I grasped it firmly and smiled.

He smiled back and said, “I’ll be by again in a few days.  You might want to pick up some soda.  I noticed we’re running low.”

“Sure, anything else?”

“Maybe some more toilet paper,” he laughed.

Liam stood up and walked past me.  I heard the front door open and close.  He obviously felt right at home.  I didn’t mind buying some Coca-Cola if he was going to be a regular visitor.

I tidied up the office and then went back upstairs to make myself dinner.  I was about ready to sit down when the phone rang.  It was Larry.

“There’s something I forgot to tell you. I have a friend who likes to stop by.  Don’t be surprised if you see him.  His name is Liam and he is very friendly.  Oh, and one more thing, Liam has a key…”

The End (for Now)