HELLO BEAUTIFUL

After getting rid of the flaming vibrator in the metal dumpster bin behind the apartment block, Dom marched back to the building. Adrenaline running through his veins, his heart pounding within his chest and his erect cock bouncing up and down. His steps faltered for a second and Dom rolled his eyes as he wondered why in the hell neither of them thought about dropping the vibrator into the toilet or simply left it in the sink.

Shrugging his broad shoulders a little, he shook his head and grinned. It didn’t matter, really. The important thing was that he had gotten rid of it safely and now he could go back to his most exciting ‘movie night’ ever.

Grabbing the handle of the fire door, Dom pulled backward and found that the door wasn’t opening. Applying more pressure, he tried again. Nothing.

Dom moved backward to have a better look at the door. His gaze slid up, down, right, left, across and all over as he studied it. It seemed to be a standard fire door. In fact he had one of these installed at the rear of his garage.

A light frown crumpled his forehead as Dom tried one, two, three times more with identical results. The damn door didn’t seem ready to open anytime soon. What the…? His frown got deeper as Dom shook the handle almost violently. His reward was a rattled metallic echo that resounded around but the door stubbornly refused to let him in.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Dom cursed silently as he rubbed his scalp and glanced down at himself. Oh, shit! His shut his eyes; he couldn’t believe this was happening to him. There he was, naked as a newborn, in the middle of the street and with a hard on. Damnit!

Ok, don’t panic, Dom, he told himself, taking a deep breath. Moving backward a couple of steps, Dom lifted his head looking at the façade of the building. A small sigh of relief passed his lips when he found the fire stairs a few feet above his head. The last flight was pulled up. Thinking fast Dom turned around, surveying the alley, searching for something, anything he could use to climb those few feet that separated him from his target.

So focused had he been on his task that Dom didn’t notice he wasn’t alone anymore. That was, until he heard a scratching female voice that caused him to cringe inwardly.

“Well, helloooo…”

Grabbing the first thing he saw at his hand’s reach, Dom spun around facing the owner of the voice and he gasped, jumping two steps backwards. Ok, man, now you can panic.

Trying to cover up his privates with what had to be the tiniest scrap of newspaper ever, Dom gulped soundly. The woman wore a brightly flowered muumuu, with a contrasting scarf around her head. White hair peeked out in shocks from underneath. She wore eyeglasses on a chain and oversized bunny slippers on her feet.

She was smiling, her lips done up in a glaring bright pink shade that didn’t exactly stay in the lines. A huge grin that a horrified Dom recognized as a decidedly dirty grin. Leering at him, she stood inside the now open fire escape door. Dom thought fleetingly about just grabbing a hold of whatever he could grab a hold of, and make a mad dash for his car out front. Out front where he had parked on a really busy street.

He even turned around and looked that way before he turned back towards the old woman. She had to be close to 70. And she was leering at him, her eyes raking over his body.

“Coming in?” Even her voice sounded dirty. She didn’t move out of the way, just cocked one bony hip out as she leaned against the doorjamb. Dom closed his eyes, thinking he had gone blind. He really wanted to go blind. Except that he wanted to get back inside with Nuria and Elaine even more.

He stepped forward, keeping a tight hold on his cock as he walked a little closer to the door. The old lady didn’t move, not one inch, just stood in the doorway so that Dom would have to brush past her as he moved through the doorway.
“Thanks.”

Her smile widened even more at his thank-you. “I like a young man with manners.” She held her hand out across the doorway so that he would have to stop, right in front of her. “Mrs. Groper.”

Dom fought against a fit of hysterical laughter that threatened to burst out of him. Groper, huh. Dom thought fleetingly about the irony of his predicament. She better not get any wrong ideas here.

“Dom.” He sucked in his breath in a lame attempt to make himself thinner and got ready to pass around her. No such luck.

Mrs. Groper didn’t move out of the way at all, instead she stepped in, closer, invading Dom’s very personal space and confirming his most horrified suspicions. Mrs. Groper had every intention of honoring her name.

With action-packed speed hard to believe in a woman her age and size, Mrs. Groper reached out and grabbed Dom’s manhood and hand-shook it not so gently. “My, oh my, hugely pleased to meet you, sugar.”

Dom shrieked in surprise and slapped her bony fingers. “Hey! Hands off, lady!” He scowled, trying to release his cock from her firm grip.

Mrs. Groper grinned widely, revealing half her front teeth missing and, making a slurping sound with her tongue, she squeezed, tightly. Dom let out a girly yelp and did his best to shove her bony hands from his cock. Too bad Mrs. Groper was a stubborn old lady; a quarter of a century sex-deprived, horny stubborn old lady actually.

Back and forth they went, pulling and pushing, for what Dom swore felt like a damn eternity but were just a few endless seconds. With him, trying to get his cock free from her steely firm grip, without causing irreparable damages to his manhood, and Mrs. Groper grabbing his member as if the erect appendage was a fashionable muumuu on sales season, and she was disputing over it with an equally interested Friday night bridge game buddy.

Dom’s hands were slippery with lube and every time he tried to grab a hold of Mrs. Groper’s hands, they slipped again and again. He felt disgusted and embarrassed but still, Dom didn’t want to hurt the old lady. However, and as much as he found the situation disturbing, Dom couldn’t deny the fact that so many strokes under Mrs. Groper’s Parkinson-shaking hands were turning, in a bizarrely kinky way, quite pleasurable.

Groans, growls, grunts, moan and whimpers filled the hallway, which caught Xander’s attention as he was still standing in front of Elaine’s and Nuria’s apartment door, staring at what was once the roommates’ couch, grinning wickedly.

Xander laughed out loud, watching Dom trying to release himself from Mrs. Groper’s hands that were at once everywhere. Christ! The old lady seemed like an octopus; she was all hands, groping, squeezing and pinching every single inch of skin she could reach. Her oversized bunny slippers making a funny sound each time the horny old woman moved.

Xander couldn’t feel more relieved that it was someone else for once who was the one in such horrible situation. He had already lost count of how many times Mrs. Groper had called him with any lame excuse she could think of so that he had to come down to her lair to make repairs.

However, after a few seconds of watching the bizarre show, Xander couldn’t decide if the guy was pushing back Mrs. Groper’s advances or if he was starting to enjoy them. Grinning mischievously, Xander made up his mind and, taking pity on the poor bugger, he headed towards them.

“Now, now, Mrs. Groper, you better stop touching my fiancé.” Xander scolded the old lady causing her to snap her head up, revealing dribbles of saliva trickling from the corners of her brightly pink painted lips.

“Fiancé?” She made a very disbelieving face, giving Dom an extra squeeze into the bargain, making him yelp again. Mrs. Groper looked between them both, not believing it for a moment.

“Of course, we just got engaged last week, isn’t that right?” Xander grinned and leaned in a little, slapping Dom’s ass.

Normally, this would have resulted in a huge fight; no guy slapped Dom’s ass and lived to tell about it, but at this point, Dom was so profoundly grateful that he could have kissed Xander. He thought that he might have to, because Mrs. Groper still had a pretty firm grip on him, and she didn’t look like she was going to let go anytime soon.

“Yep, last week,” he squeaked out lamely, trying to get closer to Xander, and put more distance between him and the old lady.

Xander slipped one arm around Dom’s waist, and with the other, he pried back Mrs. Groper’s fingers one by one from Dom’s cock, until Dom sprang free. Intensely relieved, Dom settled into Xander’s side. He didn’t care what it looked like at that point, anything was better than the vision of him with Mrs. Groper’s hands all over him.

Dom reciprocated, putting his arm around Xander’s waist as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Xander pulled Dom a little tighter to him, pulling Dom deftly through the open firedoor out of the old lady’s reach. “Maybe we should get back inside now, what do you say…pookie.”

Dom didn’t care what Xander called him, as long as they were back inside. “Sounds good to me,” his voice started to deepen again, as the mortal terror passed. Mrs. Groper’s eyes raked over them both, still disbelieving, but that dirty grin hadn’t gone anywhere yet.

She advanced on them both and Dom, knowing that Xander was possibly the only person that stood between him and the old lady’s clutches, threw in the towel. He leaned in and kissed Xander clean on the mouth, his eyes silently pleading with Xander to go along with it, or at least to not beat the stuffing out of him until they had gotten away from the dirty old lady in the hallway.

Grinning, Xander obliged, and kissed him back, which seemed to amuse Mrs. Groper greatly, as she broke into a fit of cackling laughter. She walked back through the fire door and started to make her way down the hallway, but not before she got in a last parting shot, fondling Dom’s ass on the way by. “Anytime you decide to switch teams, I’m in apartment 3b, sweetheart.”

Dom shuddered and took a step back from Xander when she had disappeared around the corner. He felt sheepish and silly but there was no way around that, as they both started to walk back towards the girl’s apartment. “I owe you, man. You really saved my bacon there.”

Xander laughed as he pushed open the door into the apartment. “We’ll even up later.”

Dom’s steps faltered for a second as he shot a wary glance at Xander, assessing the tattooed guy’s tone of voice. He wasn’t sure he liked it, no matter what ‘his fiancé’ had done for him. Still, introductions should be made.

“Dom.” Dom said, offering Xander his hand. Xander glanced down and saw that Dom’s hand was still glistening with what seemed like lube. Xander hesitated for a second but since he had already kissed ‘pookie’ and had slapped his ass, he didn’t see any problem.

“Xander, but call me X.” Xander shook Dom’s hand and grinned. “I’m the girls’ landlord.” He added, cleaning his hand on his shirt as he entered, looking around at the little mess.

Clothes were spread all over along with smashes oranges. A military fashion duffel lay down next to the coffee table, several porn movies peeking through the half open zipper as well as a HUGE tube of lube and at least four packs of batteries. The couch was split apart, its legs scattered, resting in different spots.

Xander’s cocky grin faltered for a second when a vision of himself dusting, sweeping and washing dishes with a little apron as his only piece of clothing popped within his brain. But soon was back when he thought about being a sex toy to Elaine and Nuria. Wasn’t that bad of a bet after all. Xander hated to play housekeeper, but oh, the benefits of being stuck with the two sexy roommates for a whole week.

Moans and grunts filled the air along with the smell of some kind of scented massage oil?

“Oh, God, baby, don’t stop!” Nuria’s smoky voice caused Xander and Dom to turn at once in the direction the voice came from. “Oh, shit, oh shit!! This Jolly is the best investment in weeks!!” Nuria’s squeals and moans sounded in both men’s ears like celestial music.

Xander knit a brow and Dom grinned, thinking about his movie night partners getting down to business. Dom seriously doubted that Chris was recovered enough to move around freely, so he guessed that Chris maybe was sucking Nuria’s pussy or maybe Elaine’s? The idea of Elaine and Nuria going down on each other caused Dom’s cock to twitch.

“Shane!” Elaine’s contagious giggles filled the apartment. “Stop teasing and fuck me already.” Her quiet laughter causing Xander to get hard in seconds.

Dom and Xander crossed the few steps to the bedroom door and, looking at each other, the two men broke into huge grins. Dom, already naked, didn’t have to get ready, so he took one step into the bedroom, carefully this time, worried about what he might step on. Before he left Xander’s side, he returned the favor and smacked Xander’s ass, an eyebrow cocked upwards. “Better jump in before you get stuck with one of the guys.”

Xander grinned back hugely at Dom, before he quickly stripped out of his clothes, hopping around on one foot, trying to get rid of a stubborn sock. In the process, he bounced wrong and slammed his ass into the doorjamb, whacking his funny bone in the process. He hardly even noticed.

Standing, he looked at the scene before him, grinning wider, his voice a throaty rumble. “The things I’m gonna do for my building.”