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STORY TIME - MY LANDLORDS SON PART 1 So, a few months ago, ..
🕑 Added 2024-06-09 07:02:50 +0000 UTC STORY TIME - MY LANDLORDS SON PART 1 So, a few months ago, I decided it's time for me to move out. I've been living in a tiny, shoebox of a basement suite for over 3 years now. The only thing that was making me stay was the price. 1100$ a month for a bachelor suite is crazy cheap where I live. Even with the great price, I was getting tired of literally bumping my junk at every corner. I need more space! The struggle of waking up with morning wood and walking around with 16 inches of hard meat, the amount of times I would bump into something was getting ridiculous. So I let my landlord know that July will be my last month. My landlord likes to work on cars as a hobby and has 2 trucks he's currently working on in the driveway. Last week I started to declutter and pack. I was taking small trips back and forth with the smaller items to my car. My landlord (Josh) asked me if I needed help and that I could use one of his trucks to move the bigger stuff. I told him how the next weekend I would be getting rid of my couch and could use some help. He told me how his son would be visiting that weekend, and how he's basically a bodybuilder and strong. So he could help me with all the big stuff. Perfect! I was telling him how I didn't even know he had kids. He told me how he only has the 1 son, but he doesn't live here, so they barely see each other. But he was coming to town for his time off work. Side note, I've ALWAYS tried covering my bulge when I talk to my landlord. In the 3 years here, I've probably talked to him face to face no more than 5 times. He's an older guy and kind of rude and judgey from the few times I've spoken to him. He literally told me how he divorced his wife because she gained weight over covid. Sooo yeah, I don't talk to him unless it's needed. Anyways, fast forward to that next weekend. As you know, moving out can be stressful, especially when you feel like you're in a rush. So not really thinking, I packed up mostly all of my stuff, including my "bulge conceiling" pants and took them to my parents storage unit. So baggy sweats, drop crotch pants etc, and I left myself just some track pants, shorts and regular sweats that don't really hide anything. Josh texts me that Saturday morning saying his son will arrive at 1, and just to text him when I need help. So, not really thinking anything of it, I throw on some shorts and t-shirt. It's finally hot weather where I live and I knew I'd be hot and sweaty moving furniture. So I didn't think shorts would be a problem. It would take 2 minutes to move my couch to his truck. Nobody would even notice the bulge. So I text Josh at 2 on the dot and told him I'm ready for help. A minute later I hear the door. I open it " Hey, are you Zayn? I'm Nolan, Josh's son. He told me you need help moving furniture?"... When I tell you, I had to physically keep my jaw from dropping. Josh wasn't kidding when he said his son was a bodybuilder. When he said he was "basically a bodybuilder" I just assumed he liked to workout alot and was strong, I wasn't expecting some roided up, muscles and veins popping out, and the face of perfection to show up. But I kept my cool and acted normal. "Hey, thanks for helping, I just need to move that couch in the corner. It's not too heavy, just awkward to carry". I could barely make eye contact. We walk over to the couch, him on one end, me on the other. "Alright, we'll pick it up on 3" I count to 3, we lift the couch up, and omg, my bulge is resting on the arm on the couch. He definitely notices, and I say "wait, hold on, I need to adjust" so I try to awkwardly tuck my dick but I'm wearing shorts, so I'm just awkwardly standing there adjusting my third leg, wearing shorts that cut off at my knees. "Sorry, I'm so sorry, this is so awkward. Ok, I'm good, let's try again" so we pick the couch back up and bring it outside to the truck. Unfortunately for me, with every step my shorts kept riding up, and my hands were full so I couldn't pull them down. We finally get to truck, my shorts halfway up my thighs and my dick on full display. I quickly adjust, but not fast enough. Nolan is fully staring at my dick, but unlike me, he wasn't able to control his jaw being dropped. "Dude, there's no way. Am I dreaming right now? Is it seriously that fucking big?" I just nod back and say "yeah"... "Damn dude, you must be picking up girls constantly with that thing" he says with his eyes locked onto my crotch. "Nahh, only been with 1 girl, it's the guys I'm into" I respond. Seconds later Josh comes outside "Hey guys, how's the furniture moving going out there?" He yells from across the front yard. I was going to answer and tell him how we were done, but Nolan cuts me off and says, "It's going good, I've got a few more things to help him with, so itll be another hour". Josh gives a thumbs up and goes back inside. "OH, I just needed help with my couch. The only big furniture I have left is my bed and I'm not moving that until the end of the month" I told him. His eyes still on my crotch he says "I can help move your bed in other ways" I wanted to laugh because it was kind of corny, but he immediately says "OK, that was corny, but seriously, I need a go at that".. PART 2 TOMORROW (monday)
