Landlord Catches Tenant Breeding Porn

Alex had been living in Marcus’s basement apartment for four months, and every single day he told himself he wasn’t going to jerk off thinking about the married man upstairs. He usually lasted until noon.

Marcus was thirty-eight, thick with construction muscle, a heavy black beard, and a wedding ring that glinted every time he handed over the rent receipt. His wife had left for the summer to take care of her sick mother in Florida, leaving the big house above Alex eerily quiet except for the heavy footsteps of size-fourteen work boots at odd hours.

That particular Friday night, Alex had the volume up too high.

On his laptop screen, a lean twenty-something was getting absolutely railed by a hairy, married-looking daddy who kept grunting the same filthy phrase: “Gonna breed that boy cunt. Take every drop, fag.” The wet slap of skin and the bottom’s desperate moans filled the small basement apartment. Alex had his shorts around one ankle, legs spread wide on the couch, two fingers buried in his own ass as he stroked himself furiously.

He didn’t hear the footsteps on the outside stairs.

The door swung open without a knock.

Marcus stood there in a grey tank top and gym shorts, sweat still drying on his thick neck from the home gym he kept in the garage. His eyes dropped straight to the laptop, then to Alex’s exposed cock, then to the two fingers knuckle-deep in his hole.

For three full seconds the only sound was the porn still playing: “Yeah, take my married load, boy. Gonna knock that faggot pussy up.”

Alex slammed the laptop shut so fast he nearly crushed his dick.

“Mr. Reynolds—fuck—I’m so sorry, I thought you were out—”

Marcus didn’t move. His massive chest rose and fell. The front of his grey gym shorts was already starting to tent obscenely.