The Brownstone was a late 19th century Victorian home made of wood called a Stick house. It had all of the usual looks of the storybook Victorians, including a steeply pitched gabled wooden shingled roof with overhangs; wooden shingles also covered the exterior walls; and in this case horizontal boards decorating the cladding and porch. It's the boards that give this house its name. It had three large chimney stacks of reddish brown bricks. The house contained 3 floors, an attic and a basement that had all been renovated into apartments. The landscaping was simple but well maintained. There was a huge oak in the front yard on the right and several other varieties of trees along the left side heading towards the back.
The building was affectionately named "The Brownstone" by the owner just because. Max had lived at the Brownstone since the early 90s after finishing his degree. His official title was manager but he also the groundskeeper, maintenance man and onsite general troubleshooter. He had taken the job originally to cut the cost of rent while he was in college and just stayed on there after graduating. Although he had a Master's in engineering playing boss at the Brownstone was something he actually enjoyed. He liked the tenants and there were plenty of other benefits that came with being the manager so he didn't worry about using his degree.
His 35 year old frame was well maintained as he did perform an enormous amount of labor on the property. Pruning trees and hedges, mowing the lawn, fixing light fixtures all combined with running around attending to tenants' needs kept him in shape. He was 6'2" of lean muscle mass standing on a ladder fixing the light above his desk when he heard the car door slam.
Max casually glanced over his shoulder at the car then went back to tinkering with the overhead light. He didn't notice the driver right away but when he reached for the pliers which caused him to shift; Max got a better view of the new coed out the office bay window. He felt his loins swell instantly.
The coed was beside a black jeep staring at the house. He was a young, well-tanned with short dark hair and a quarterback's body. He was fishing around in the back of his jeep gathering his stuff and Max noticed that he was wearing jeans that held the shape of a very well developed ass perfectly. Max's hardness continued to grow. It had been a long time since anyone had caught his attention that way. He liked it and he knew he'd find a way to share that like with his latest tenant. Ah the perks of management...
He descended the ladder and headed out front. They met halfway the walk.
"Hello, I'm Max the onsite manager." He reached for the box. "Let me give you a hand."
"Thanks, I'm Seff." They shook hands. Nice grip; he wondered how it would feel on his cock. Max turned around quickly before the bulge in his shorts got away from him.
"Let me show you where you'll be calling home." He started up the walk. If he had eyes in the back of his head he would have seen Seff smiling. He would have also seen the bulge growing behind the zipper in Seff's jeans as he watched Max walking away.
The made it through the door and started down the hall towards the elevator. Max pressed the button for the down and Seff moved around him. It was the first time he really got a look at Seff's face. He was gorgeous. He had high cheekbones that made you want to touch his face. Max figured they became flushed when Seff was pounding into some girl; his lips were the kind that looked good; not only for kissing but sucking on Max's stick, and the clearest blue eyes that Max had ever seen. They were hypnotic almost like a snake.
Max actually found himself getting dizzy from staring into them. He snapped out of it when he heard Seff speak.
"So how long have you been here?"
"About 7 years, stayed on after graduating." Max answered not really sure of where he was.
"The benefits must be good then." Seff smiled and got into the waiting car. Max breathed him in as he passed. Then he felt himself growing dizzy again. He got into the elevator and the door slid closed.
The elevator was old. It was the kind that you slid the grate closed and locked it before the interior door closed and there was a window and a light only with thick wooden floors. They creaked as the elevator began to move.
"The benefits are nice," Max finally responded. "I was wondering..." Max began. He could feel Seff move closer to him.
"Yes," the words seemed to melt from Seff's mouth and pour into his ear.
"Your last name is the same as the man that built the Brownstone. I was wondering if you were related, it's not a very common last name." Max asked. Draegon, no it wasn't a very common name by any means.
"Funny, I usually get asked about my first name...people just assume they know what my last name means." Seff answered. His voice was low and husky. "Is that really what you want to ask me?"
Max looked over at him and saw Seff's eyes flash. "What do you mean?" Suddenly the elevator stopped. Seff had somehow opened the elevator door. This triggered the automatic emergency stop. How had he opened that door? Max didn't know what to do next. He slowly lowered the box. Seff leaned back against the wall smiling at him.
"What do I mean?" He sighed. "If you want to play it that way..." Seff answered giving Max the once over with his penetrating eyes. Max felt his heart racing and his head was spinning but tried to maintain his composure. He also noticed that his cock was rock hard. Seff stared at it peaking from under his shorts.
"You're a very strong willed man; others would have been on their knees by now." Seff retorted. "What you really want to know is how good your cock will feel in my mouth." Max swallowed hard and tried to crack a smile. Seff looked up at him with this devilish grin on his face. "You also want to know how my hands will feel on your body; pulling and stroking on your shaft milking you to get you off."
Max tried to look away, but couldn't. It was like his will wasn't his own anymore. The more Seff stared at him the more he lost control.
