The Roomer

"So the room is three-hundred-fifty bucks a month?"

Luke found it a little hard to believe. The house was located on a quiet residential street, close to the bus stop for excursions into town, and only a ten-minute walk to the university. The room he was looking at was spacious and fully furnished. It was perfect.

"Aside from the room, you share the kitchen, the living room, the laundry room and the bathroom with me. Wi-Fi and cable are on me. There are no other roomers. You buy your own food."

"And you're sure that's the price?"

"That's the price for you. If I thought you might be some roughneck rowdy, you couldn't have the room for a thousand."

The landlord, Mac, was a retired widower in his late fifties or early sixties. His silvering hair had receded and he had a large belly that hung out over his belt. He had wide shoulders and a barrel chest. Before he let himself go, he might have been quite a powerful man.

"Pay the first month today, and I'll hold the room for you. When do you want to move in?"

"Tomorrow," Luke said, realizing how lucky he was to find such a good deal the week before the semester started. He had left housing to the last minute this year and he thought he would regret it, but it looked like it would work out just fine. He had been prepared to pay a much larger deposit today; counting out three-fifty was a pleasure, not a chore. He thought of asking why the rent was so low, but that might give Mac second thoughts. Why spoil a good thing?

"Tomorrow, then," Mac said. "Works for me."

Luke arrived the next day as arranged. With the room fully furnished, Luke only had to move in his clothes, bedding and personal effects. Everything was done by early afternoon.

The following several days were busy as Luke arranged his course schedule, purchased text books and renewed acquaintances from the previous year.

Mac proved a dull old codger. Most days, he would be found wandering the house in a beat-up old housecoat. He would sit and watch a lot of television and play on the internet.

Now that Luke was falling into a schedule, his days were less frantic and he interacted more with his landlord. He helped him with simple household tasks like taking the garbage out. They started watching TV together occasionally. Luke found that he didn't mind Mac's company. The old man was gruff but he didn't put his nose in Luke's business.

As the days went on, Luke kept on top of his studies by doing his reading and research at the library in between lectures and tutorials, so he only occasionally worked on assignments at home. This left him more time in the evenings to relax.

Luke came home after class and saw Mac perched on the couch watching TV. He said hi and got a wave back from his landlord.

Luke had started to notice that Mac wasn't always wearing his housecoat anymore when he was about the house. He was often to be seen in his boxers and an undershirt. It wasn't a pretty sight. And without a barrier of fabric between his armpits and the air, he didn't always smell very good.

Luke didn't mind too much. Mac's hygiene was his business as long as it didn't get too bad. Luke figured two guys sharing living space could take liberties with how much clothing they wore. Come to think of it, Luke was kind of warm in the sweater he was wearing. He pulled it off over his head and took it back to his room. He had a t-shirt underneath. He didn't see Mac turn away from the television screen to watch him.

Back in his room, Luke decided to switch from jeans to sweats to relax. He debated whether to lay on his bed and read or go out and watch some TV with Mac. He was feeling a bit tired, so he chose the easy option.

He walked out and got comfortable in the big chair he always sat in.

A few minutes passed before Mac spoke.

"Are you comfy in that chair? There's lots of room on the couch." He patted the cushion beside him.

"Thanks, this is good."

"Suit yourself."

The old man's tone was abrupt and Luke wondered if he had hurt his feelings. He didn't see how. It was a very small thing. Luke might not have minded sitting beside Mac if he showered more.

Things went on the same for a while. Sometimes Mac and Luke would chat as they watched television and other times they were silent. Luke felt comfortable with the older man most of the time but there were a few off-putting moments.

One afternoon, Luke was having trouble with his window blinds. The cord was snagged somewhere and Luke was trying to figure it out. Mac had walked by the open door of his room and had seen Luke wrestling with the blinds. He came up behind Luke and took the cord from his hands. Luke was pinned between Mac and the window and the landlord had his arms around Luke to reach the cord. Luke could feel the old man's breath on his neck. He could smell Mac's unwashed body. Mac had the blinds straightened out in under a minute and walked away leaving Luke a little confused.

The bulk of the larger man against his back had been disturbing. Luke had felt a sudden stiffness in his own member as the man held him in place. This was strange because Luke was into women, not men. He was certainly not into pensioners with obesity and hygiene issues.

A few evenings later, a strange routine took shape.

Luke and Mac would be watching television, each in their usual spot: Luke in the chair, Mac on the couch. Sooner or later, Luke would get up for some reason-to get a drink or relieve his bladder-and leave the room. When Luke came back, Mac would be sitting in the chair, leaving Luke no place to sit but on the couch. After a while, Mac would follow Luke's example and leave the room, but when he returned, he sat next to Luke on the couch.

This happened three nights in a row. Luke wasn't sure what to make of this pattern. Every time the old man sat down beside him on the couch, Luke was forced to inhale Mac's body odour. At first, Luke found it difficult to be in close proximity to the source of the smell. The second night was better, but he felt a little confused because at one point he realized he was actively inhaling Mac's aroma. The third night, Mac sat ever so slightly closer to Luke.

The next night, the pattern was broken. Without thinking, Luke came out of his room and immediately sat on the couch. A few minutes later, Mac joined him, sitting as close to Luke as he had the night before. If Luke had been looking at Mac, he would have seen that his landlord had a small look of triumph on his face.

So it went for a few more nights.

In the meantime, Luke had begun to adopt some of the informality of his landlord. He came out of his room one night wearing only boxers and a t-shirt. He continued in this way as the days passed. If anyone asked why, and Mac hadn't, Luke would have just said that he felt very warm when he sat in the living room.

Finally, in the second week that Luke lived there, Mac sat down next to him on the couch. After a few minutes, he raised his arm up and set it down across the back of the couch right behind Luke. This had the effect of opening Mac's hairy armpit wide to the air around Luke.

Mac watched Luke very carefully for his reaction. He saw the student's nostrils flare once, twice, and then he inhaled deeply, exhaling a sigh. Mac glanced down at the front of Luke's boxers. The young man's cock was doing little push-ups against the fabric and a wet spot had formed.

"Kid," Mac said. "You might as well 'fess up. You know you want it."

Luke didn't even pretend he didn't know what his landlord was talking about. He turned to look Mac in the eye.

"What I don't understand is why. I'm into girls, even if they're not that into me."

A tear formed in the young man's eye and Mac almost felt bad for him.

Luke continued. "For the last week, I've hardly been able to sleep. When I do sleep, I dream we are together and doing things I never thought I'd want to do."

"But now you do."

Luke nodded. Mac grabbed a tissue from a box on the coffee table and dabbed the tear running down Luke's face.

"And what are some of those things you never thought you'd want to do?"

"I can't say."

"That's okay, I have some ideas."

Mac reached for the remote on the coffee table. A moment later, the television was off.

"First, I want to see you without that shirt on."

Luke stood up slowly. He pulled the shirt over his head and off.

"Well, you are a lean young thing, aren't you? And not a hair on you. Now turn around. Take off your shorts."

Luke obeyed.

"You have a skinny ass, but it'll do. Turn around. Let's see the goods."

Luke's penis was only about four inches long at full mast. But it was lively; it continued to twitch and a string of pre-cum hung down toward the floor.

"We may have the reason the girls don't fancy you, Luke. You're not packing much firepower. Fortunately, I don't need you to."

The naked student nodded in shame, but whether for the size of his cock or his forthcoming submission would have been hard even for him to say.

Mac let him just stand there for a while. He was so young and fresh. If he was nervous, he'd get over it soon enough. Soon enough, he'd be begging him. Whimpering for it.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do. I haven't taken a shower in a while, so you're going to give me a bath."

Luke looked at him in confusion for a moment and then a look of horror washed over him. Mac laughed.

"It's a good thing for you that my scent turns you on. We both know it does. You wait, once you start I'll hardly be able to pry your tongue off me."

The older man stood up and Luke couldn't help being aware of how much bigger and more powerful this man was when compared to him.

Mac shed his undershirt, once more exposing his armpits to the air around Luke and reinvigorating his arousal. The younger man audibly moaned with the olfactory stimulation. Then Mac pulled down his boxers and stepped out of them, kicking them to one side.

Mac's body was large. His shoulders were wide, his chest broad, but he had an enormous belly. His arms and legs were muscular, though they had lost some tone with age. His entire body, down to his hands and feet, was covered in fine brown or grey hairs. There was a thick forest of hair around his penis and Luke was surprised that the organ itself was just a thick tube with a mushroom-like cap, but it couldn't have been much over four inches long. On the other hand, Mac had gigantic hairy balls.

The scent from Mac's pubic bush wafted across to Luke and the boy moaned again. His dick continued to twitch and generate pre-cum.

Recently, Luke's routine state of being was confusion. He was confused about his feelings and about this foreign attraction. There was no relief from the confusion now. His senses and his emotions seemed to be at complete odds. The old man was repellent in appearance, but at the same time, Luke found himself irresistibly attracted to him. He wanted to do things with him... things a straight man would never do.

"Alright, I know I'm not a pretty sight," Mac said. "But that doesn't matter to you, does it?"

Luke didn't want to answer but couldn't help himself.

"No, it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't even disappoint you that I have a small cock, does it?"

"It doesn't matter at all."

"That's a mystery to you, isn't it?"

Luke nodded. He was at a complete loss to explain his own behaviour.

"Well, I will explain it for you, but first we're going to get to that bath. Follow me into the bedroom."

Luke had never seen the old man's bedroom. He wondered if he would be seeing it a lot from now on, and that thought induced both a thrill and a shudder.

The bed was very large. Mac stripped it of blankets, so there was only the bedspread left.

Luke was trembling.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. You'll see. You're going to like it more than you ever imagined."

In his dreams, Luke had liked it very much, but he still had mixed feelings about the reality.

"Okay," Mac said. "Let's get down to it."

The landlord climbed up onto the bed and lay square in the middle while Luke stood helpless in the bedroom doorway.

"Time for my bath," Mac said.

Luke approached the bed warily. He clambered onto the bed and knelt beside the fat naked man.

"Where... where do I start?"

Mac put his arms behind his head, exposing the pungent, hairy pits.

"Ohhh," Luke groaned. Then he lay on the bed beside Mac and began to lick the skin of Mac's underarm. It was slightly salty, but not so bad. At this proximity to the smelly pit, Mac's scent was undiluted by the air. It was heady and thick with musk. There was more in it that he sensed but could not recognize. As he went on, something about it drove him mad. He couldn't help but lick the armpit and suck its hair into his mouth.

After a few minutes, Mac said, "That's just one armpit, kid. The rest of me needs attention too."

Luke reluctantly broke off tongue-washing that armpit. He moved on down the old man's arm, licking the muscles slowly until he reached Mac's hand. He picked it up and sucked on each finger. He lapped at the palm and then worked his way back up to the man's shoulder.

He went to work on Mac's chest. He feathered his tongue through the hair and licked the skin underneath. He flicked his tongue over first one nipple then the other. They were hard. He licked his way over to the other shoulder and repeated his process for the arm. That done, he was back in Mac's second armpit, and he was moaning and groaning as he lapped at the hairy source of his attraction.

"Damn, that feels good, kid!"

"Mmmmm," Luke said.

"I promised I'd explain to you the mystery of your attraction to me."

"Mmmmm." Luke's mind was very interested to hear that explanation, even as his senses were on fire inhaling Mac's essence.

Luke licked his way across Mac's chest to begin work on his belly.

"Well, it's like this. I'm not a well-educated man but I've read up on the internet and I have a theory, which I'll get to."

Luke was taking long licks to cover the larger area of Mac's belly.

"I'll start by saying that nature may have given me a small cock, but she gave me a gift to compensate."

Luke would have scoffed at the idea that being smelly was a gift but he was too busy lapping at Mac's lower abdomen, which was sort of the opposite of scoffing at Mac's gift.

"It always happened the same way," Mac continued. "I'd shower and dress up and ask a pretty young girl out and she'd shoot me down as quick as look at me. After a while I stopped caring and let myself go a little to seed. I wouldn't wear deodorant, wouldn't shower for days and days at a time. Wouldn't you know, sure enough, I would venture into female company and get a dozen offers. I'd make a date and shower myself clean, the girl would stand me up on her doorstep."

Luke found himself as fascinated with the story as the scent emanating from below Mac's belly. He wasn't there yet, but he was getting closer.

"Now I couldn't figure that out for the longest time. Eventually I put it together somehow that it was my smell that was winning, not me."

Luke flicked his tongue around Mac's navel as he listened. Then he went back to his process of long-licking the man's great belly.

"When I didn't shower for a week, I was the luckiest bastard in town. I found not only women fell to the scent, but eventually so would men. It just took more exposure. I didn't initially care about that... not until I realized what good cocksuckers men are."

A thrill of anticipation charged through Luke, followed by a ripple of shame. It didn't change his progress. He had finished washing Mac's belly and was ready to dive into his pubic bush, but the old man stopped him.

"Let's leave that to last. Start on my feet."

Luke was amazed to find himself disappointed but he knew he would get there.

"Anyway, I met a girl who actually meant a damn to me. I guess I used an unfair advantage to win her over, but once we were together a while, I found I could shower and she would stay with me. After a week or two, the scent is a little addictive."

That alarmed Luke slightly as he lapped at Mac's arches, but he was finding that his landlord's feet were also deeply rewarding. He couldn't stop to ask questions. God help him.

"I eventually married her. We were together twenty-four years and she learned my secret early on. As a result, she insisted that I stay home where my scent would do no harm. She became the breadwinner. She figured as long as I wasn't out in public, I wouldn't be tempted to stray. You see, she couldn't stand the idea that I should wash it off, but she didn't want to share me. She died last year."

Luke wanted to express condolences but he was eagerly sucking Mac's toes and couldn't pull himself away.

"Since then, I did some research on the internet and found out about pheromones. Officially, there's no proof that humans emit a chemical signal by smell to attract sexual partners. It's all theoretical. My theory is that I not only secrete some kind of attractant, but my pheromones are some kind of freakish mutation that go even a step beyond that."

Luke was licking his way back up Mac's legs toward his groin. He was almost panting with the olfactory overload... and he knew that he was about to visit the mother-lode.

"Anyway, after being alone for a while, I decided I wanted company again. To switch it up, I thought that I'd keep a man around the house for a while. It's been a long time since I got good head."

Luke was staring at it. Mac's small penis had engorged with blood during his tongue bath and it now stood as fully erect as it ever could. Luke inhaled the powerful scents emanating from the organ and whimpered.

Mac laughed. "Before you do that, there's someplace you missed."

He bent his knees and raised his ass high off the bed.

"Get in there, boy."

Luke obediently lay on his back and pushed his head under the big man's posterior.

It was humiliating to lick another man's ass, but Luke did it without hesitation and he did it thoroughly. He lapped his way over the cheeks, then pulled them apart with his hands and darted his tongue into the hairy hole. The unwashed sphincter reeked of shit and for the first time since beginning Mac's tongue bath, Luke thought he might retch. But again, under the violence of the top odour, there was a compelling pull.

Pheromones? Could it be true?

"Come on up outta there," Mac said after a few minutes of anal tongue massage. "You're getting me hot."

Luke broke off what he was doing and lifted his head to look at Mac for permission. The old man nodded.

"You've earned it."

Luke's nose fell into Mac's pubic hair, inhaling the musky scent with a will, like someone else might smell flowers. He let his tongue trace circles through the bush, twisting the hair in his mouth, wringing it of its delicious flavour. To maintain access to the area, he had to use his arm to hold back Mac's belly fat.

"So back to what I was saying. I wanted to bring a man in. So I came upon the idea of renting a room. I had plenty of space after all. I placed an ad and a lot of students came by, but none of them were right. Then I saw you. I hooked you with the low rent, and now I've reeled you in."

Luke was listening to how easily Mac had spun his trap around him but he was incapable of outrage. Erotic instinct ruled his actions.

He studied Mac's prodigiously large balls close-up. Their alluring bouquet filled his nostrils, and he lifted the heavy testicles up to lick beneath them. It was heavenly and obscene.

"Yeah, those boys are big," Mac said. "Let me warn you now, they're full. When I come, I come a lot and I can come often. You might as well prepare yourself for that because you're going to be swallowing a lot of cum."

The idea alone sent Luke's cock twitching again. His pre-cum had made a large wet stain on the bedspread. Pheromone story or not, he was beyond arousal. He knew he could only stop licking this man's balls if he filled his mouth with cock instead.