I had only been living in this rural house in Monticello, Florida for a few days. I’m a Tallahassee native but the switch occurred after my last living relative, my Uncle James, passed away in early October. I didn’t know Uncle James existed until I was not only notified he had died at the age of a hundred and one but that I was also apparently the sole inheritor of his money and this house. Certainly, it was a cute little brick house that actually seemed smaller given the spacious four acre lot it sat on. What made it even better was I had no immediate neighbors, the yard itself surrounded by a large forest. This house on Bond Drive was honestly a snapshot of the rural serenity that came with living in the Florida Panhandle. Not to mention I was only a few miles away from all the stores, museums, and parks within the Tallahassee city limits. So I made the move immediately: I moved out of my cramped apartment and into the cozy confines that housed the side of the family I never knew existed. On the first day of living there though, I discovered the haunted house rumors. By the end of the first night, I knew the house was haunted. And on the second night, well, I had my first fuck there.

Maybe I just needed the company. I could just say that I felt scared being alone out here in the countryside ... But truthfully, I wanted to get fucked. The first night I stayed at what I’d soon coin “The Monty Dean Bachelor Pad on Bond Drive,” I already had enough restless nerves building up inside of me. At least, I didn’t have to wake up early the next day as I worked from home and only part-time. Not to mention I was also and always will be an insomniac. But I couldn’t help but fall into the trap of doing research on my new house ... Which turned out to be a mistake as I did this close to midnight on that very first night. I came across forum posts and obscure message boards about how 13 Bond Drive had many strange reportings of orbs, weird noises, and ghost sightings ... That being said, I mean most of the photographic evidence I found online weren’t clear and certainly could be considered inconclusive. There also wasn’t much known about the house’s history to suggest where these rumors stemmed from: all I read were abstract reports of murders on the property without any specific names or years listed. It just seemed like an old fucking house ripe for Tallahassee lore.

Uncle James didn’t live here given he was in hospice for the previous few decades but, again, associates and distant relatives that I never knew apparently kept up the house. So much so that I made a seamless transition moving in despite no one technically having lived here for over twenty years. It was free rent and I was saving a fortune. After all, there was always sex to distract me from being scared. And on that first night, I hid my fear by messing around on the dating app Tomfoolery. Okay, so maybe it was more of a cruising app given I didn’t have much luck finding love on the app. But sex, well, that was easy.

I suppose I should start off by describing myself. I’m Montgomery Dean, named for one of my favorite actors of all time in Montgomery Clift. Most folks call me Monty for short. I’m five-ten in height, in good shape and also tan. I have big arms, bright eyes, messy dark hair. I’m way too muscular to be a twink but I feel I give off a similarly gentle, prettyboy vibe. Here in my late twenties, I was still young enough for my lack of a career to not be off-putting at least. I did have a grad school degree and I had about a dozen or so collections of poetry out there that made me approximately ten dollars a month in the self-publishing scene. To be frank, I did pretty damn well on the dating apps and my match list stayed in the one-hundred range on Tomfoolery. I guess the gym pics and booty pics probably helped. That was how I matched with Michael during the first night staying at the house anyway. His opening DM was that ass;) So yeah, we hit it off pretty quickly.

We didn’t even plan a first date. Such was how quickly the conversation and subsequent SnapChat sexting sessions accelerated. After a restless first night at 13 Bond Drive on my own, I really wanted the company. Cumpany, I guess you could say. By ten o’clock on my second night there, Michael and I were fucking. Michael was every bit as muscular as me, his physique lean and mean given he was well over six feet tall. I was just glad that height was matched by a big, thick eight-inch dick. I’m a size queen so I enjoyed the videos he’d sent me earlier. Despite the thirst, I was responsible enough to scope out his social media profiles before I dared let him step foot inside my house. We had Megan and other female rappers playing which usually got me in the mood. I kept the lights on in my bedroom as I enjoyed the idea of having what was like a spotlight placed on me while I did my thing and got to work on making Michael’s huge dick throb. Unlike me, he was bi so I could tell pretty quickly he was into me flaunting this ass. What can I say, I worked hard at the gym to keep it big, bodacious, and firm.

In that moment, all of my fears and anxieties, all of the unease surrounding the recent move to Bond Drive and the cryptic rumors about the house faded away. In that moment, the bedroom became my personal studio. I felt the same way about my bathroom any time I took nudes for my posts on the NakedHookUpsGay forums. Michael wanted to watch me above all which made the night so much hotter ... I loved to have an audience. It also helped when the audience was a hot jock like Michael.

At first, I gave him a seductive kiss on those delicate lips. This all occurred while my hand was wrapped around the back of his neck so I could hang on to him. My other hand felt along his firm arms while his big eyes watched me and those big eyes got bigger in much the same way his cock did as I felt his bulge through those jeans. I let him feel my large biceps as I ran a hand through his curly black hair. I kissed his smooth pale skin. Then I turned around and started to move my hips. I didn’t need to turn around completely to know Michael’s carnal gaze instantly gravitated to my ass bobbing against his hard-on. Honestly, I hadn’t felt a lover’s excitement get this extreme since I let my queer friend Denzel hit it back on his birthday over the summer (while tearing it up, Denzel had even moaned how he’d been waiting years to drill that ass). Even through Michael’s jeans though, I could feel his monster pulsate and beg to rip through my tight dress pants and burrow in deep between these big cheeks. Of course, I knew his tongue would later do that.