First and Last: Part 1 (Patreon)

First and Last
By Brian Masters
From an idea and outline by Devin Dickie 

Tony sat alone in a crowded coffee shop staring at the newspaper with tears in his eyes. He felt completely lost and alone with no hope of finding happiness again since the losses he’d faced in the past 48 hours. Tony worked as a paralegal for a small firm run by Reginald Jones, a prominent attorney who had worked his way up from the projects to become a wealthy and successful litigator. 

Tony and his boss couldn’t be more different in both demeanor and presentation. For his part, Tony was small of frame, pale, and feminine looking. He stood just under 5 foot 3 inches tall and weighed a paltry 105 pounds. His complexion was light and his curly, blonde, hair reached just past his ears. From behind Tony had been mistaken for a woman or even a teenaged girl many time much to his eternal embarrassment. 

Reginald, or Reggie as he liked to be called, was almost a polar opposite to his small, white employee. Reggie towered over most men at 6 foot 3 inches tall and weighed in at an impressive 220 pounds of solid muscle. He was a proud black man with a shaved head and immaculately shaved beard kept close to his dark skin. To say Reggie was imposing to look at would be an understatement as most men found reasons to stay on his good side at all times. 

Thinking about his boss’ features left Tony with a sinking feeling that he never should have introduced the man to his wife, Christy. Tony was feeling so low, he was starting to blame himself for Christy leaving him. Tony and Christy had been married 5 years, 3 of which Tony had spent working under Reggie in his law office, before the fateful night when the foolish white boy introduced his buxom bride to his powerful boss. 

Tony thought back to that night several months ago and felt foolish for not seeing the signs right away. His wife, Christy, had insisted they invite Tony’s boss to dinner at their home as she was getting tired of the long hours Tony was required to work and wanted to speak to the man responsible face to face. 

Tony thought of the way his wife had looked that night and shuddered at the sexy image she portrayed even going so far as to chastise her for dressing provocatively when his boss was coming over. Christy got angry and told Tony to mind his own business as she never got the chance to dress up these days since he was always working and she wanted to look good for his boss. 

Christy was a beautiful woman with flowing blond hair reaching past her shoulders, long tan legs that made the transition to her beautiful hips so smooth and seamless you would think god himself had crafted them. She had a perfect round ass that swayed majestically as she walked hypnotizing even the most pious of men and more than a few women lucky enough to walk behind her. But it was her breasts that drew everyone’s attention. Christy was blessed with perfect, natural, firm and tight breasts that measured a stunning 36DD and were always on display as she loved to show off her décolletage at every opportunity. She enjoyed the way men began to mumble and stutter as they tried valiantly to look her in the eye. 

Reggie and Christy spent the entire evening flirting with each other and poor Tony felt as if they didn’t even know he was in the room. He of course shared his thoughts with Christy after Reggie had left that evening but she told him he was being silly. That had been months ago and now as Tony sipped his coffee he thought about how silly he felt last night when he walked into his home to find Reggie fucking Christy from behind on the bed she shared with Tony. 

Tony became angry and made a move toward the two cheaters but a menacing look from Reggie froze him in his tracks. Tony sniffed back a tear as he sipped his coffee and felt the shame of last night overwhelm him again. He had done nothing to stop his boss from finishing off inside his wife. In fact, Tony had stood there and watched for a full 30 minutes as Reggie pounded Christy relentlessly making her scream out orgasm after orgasm. Tony was shocked at the sight. His wife was vision of lust, her hair sticking to her face from the sweat that dripped into the valley of her swaying breasts. Behind her, Reggie had the look of a warrior god as he fucked his woman with the strength and passion of a real man. When the two lovers finished in an epic shared climax they collapsed onto the bed taking their time to light a joint and each take a long toke before looking over at the now sobbing and cuckolded husband. Tony took that moment to stare through his tears at the massive tool that had just exited his wife’s steaming 

pussy. Reggie’s cock was enormous! It had to be at least 10 inches long and was as thick as Tony’s forearm. 

Christy said, “Well now you know. Get over it wimp. I got so tired of your useless little pecker I went out and got a real man with a real cock to satisfy me.” 

Reggie laughed and said, “Thank you darlin, I appreciate the kind words.” Then, looking to Tony he said, “As for you little man, I think you should leave quietly. The last thing you want is to make a scene right now. Besides you definitely don’t want me beating your ass since it looks like you have a lot to deal with personally. But let me lay it all out for you. Your wife is mine now. It’s that simple. She’ll be moving in with me and we’ll be selling this house since it’s in her name anyway. So you have exactly 3 hours to clear out all your shit. Anything you leave here today we are throwing out. That’s right boy, you’ve lost your wife and your home. Now, let’s talk about your job. You still have one and I expect you to be at work as usual on Monday morning. You’ll have the weekend to find a new place to live. We’ll be emptying your accounts but will leave you with a small stipend to get you back on your feet, we aren’t heartless after all.” Reggie and Christy both laughed at this and Tony felt tears running down his face as he left the laughing couple to their post coital bliss and began packing his clothes. Tony couldn’t even find his voice and like the weak, little, sissy, white boy that he is, he packed up his things and crept out of the house to the sounds of his wife sucking her lover’s impressive cock back to fighting form. 

Now sitting alone with his thoughts and the few meager possessions he’d managed to pack on his way out of his former home, Tony looked forlornly at the classified ads in the paper trying desperately to find a place to stay. Through his despair came a shining beacon filling the poor white boy’s heart with hope. After an hour of fruitless searching Tony came upon an ad which read: 

Southside Rentals 

Affordable Luxury Apartments! Newly Divorced Special:
Live like you’re
SINGLE again!! 

First and Last Month RENT UPFRONT Ask for Terrence Towers
(555) 883-6969 

Not wanting to waste any time Tony dialed the number right away and spoke to Mr. Towers who told him to stop in now and look at the only unit available to rent. The man told Tony he was very lucky to call as the apartment had just become available today and would probably go quickly so if Tony wanted to take a look he’d better hurry. 

Tony gathered up his belongings and rushed out of the coffee shop jumping in his car with a renewed spirit. Maybe this was a sign that things would be alright after all. His heart was very heavy with the thought of his wife’s betrayal and he still worried about how he could possibly walk in to work on Monday to face her new lover but Tony tried desperately to remain optimistic as he drove to look at what could very well be his new home. 

When he arrived at the building Tony saw right away it was a nice looking brownstone with 5 stories. The neighborhood wasn’t exactly the best and had a reputation for being rather rough and “ethnically diverse” but Tony’s choices were limited and the price seemed right so he decided to go in and take a look. 

As he walked up to the door Tony saw what appeared to be a rather disheveled transvestite who was openly crying, her makeup running down her face. She was carrying two boxes which had slutty looking female clothing hanging out of them and it looked as though she’d packed in a hurry. Tony stepped out of her way and watched as she walked lopsided on one high heel as the other had obviously broken off. She wore a very short pink skirt with white stockings that were torn in several places, her heel was easily 5 inches high and Tony wondered how she managed to walk with only one complete shoe. Her top was a darker shade of pink and was cut to expose her bare midriff. Tony had noticed as she passed both a belly ring and writing across her ample bosom. Written across what Tony believed had to be fake tits was the word “Whore” in bright red cursive writing. To complete the look was shoulder length blonde hair but Tony couldn’t tell if it were a wig or not. 

Shaking his head Tony walked into the building and up to the door marked Manager at the end of the first floor hallway. Tony noticed 3 other doors and doing quick calculations figured a total of 20 units if each floor had 4 apartments. 

Tony knocked on the door and took a step back as it opened immediately and a large form stepped out into the hallway forcing the small white boy back out of sheer size and presence. 

The little white boy squeaked like a mouse and dropped his suitcase becoming flustered by the intrusive large man standing before him. Tony’s mouth hung open as he looked up at the man. To say he was big is an understatement. Tony had thought his boss Reggie was an imposing figure but even he would be dwarfed by this giant. He looked like a linebacker standing at least 6 foot 6 inches and easily weighing 250 pounds. He was well defined with rippling muscles that stretched his T-shirt and appeared to be ready to bust out at any moment. Not wanting to, but having no control over it, Tony looked down to see those muscles extended to the man’s legs as well with toned thighs and calves making him look like a spokes model for a gym. Tony was embarrassed to find his eyes lingering on the bulging crotch of the powerful man as the tight shorts he wore left nothing to the imagination. Hearing the man clear his throat, Tony looked up blushing fiercely as he took in the man’s face. The man was blacker than night with a clean shaven face and head. His eyes were dark gray, a color Tony had never seen in someone’s eyes before. Those eyes were narrowed in distain but a slight smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. 

“What?” the man said in a tone that implied Tony had better have a good reason for being there. Tony stammered out an introduction sounding like a weak little boy as he spoke. 

“Hello sir” the white boy stuttered, “My name is Tony and I’m looking for Terrence Towers”. 

“Oh yeah” the black man said, “We talked on the phone. I’m Terry. Yeah, you want to look at the apartment right”? 

Tony said that was correct and the man walked past him throwing a command to follow over his shoulder. Feeling foolish for his clumsy behavior, Tony picked up his suitcase and followed behind the large man to a staircase in the middle of the hall. They walked down to the basement and Tony was a bit disturbed as he assumed all the apartments were above ground. 

As they entered the basement Tony saw a large room with 4 washing machines and 4 dryers with a utility sink and several shelves with assorted 

cleaning materials stored there. Walking through that room they stopped in front of a door marked B1 where Terry pulled out a set of keys and opened the door. Terry reached in and turned on the light moving aside so Tony could walk in. Tony was immediately disgusted by what he saw. The apartment was very small having only 2 rooms. The first was a utility living room, kitchen, bedroom and the second was the bathroom. To the right was the kitchen area consisting of a stove, microwave, fridge, sink and a small table suitable for one or two people. The rest of the room held a couch and recliner, a small tv, a dresser and a small closet. The couch had been pulled out into a bed so Tony was certain this was all there was to the unit. The bathroom was grim as well. It held a tub, toilet and sink in a very small area. Tony also noticed there were no windows at all in the unit which gave it an even gloomier feel. 

Knowing he could never stay here Tony said to the large black man, “I’m sorry to have wasted your time but this is really not what I’m looking for. Thank you but I’ll be going if there are no other apartments to rent.” 

Terry looked down at the white boy with an angry glare that assured Tony he did not like having his time wasted at all. The big man turned and walked away as if Tony didn’t exist at all. Tony followed quickly back into the laundry room and was surprised to see 3 women there loading laundry into the machines. They were all stunningly beautiful women in their later 20s or early 30s. All three of them stopped what they were doing and said hello to Terry. 

The first was a gorgeous brunette in a tank top and daisy duke shorts. She smiled and said, “Hey there T” in a sultry, flirty voice. 

The second woman, also brunette put her hand on Terry’s shoulder and said, “What’s happening big guy”? 

The last woman tossed her long blonde hair from her face with a sexy shake of her head and said, “Hey Terry it’s good to see you, who’s your friend”? 

Terry smiled at the women and after greeting them said, “Oh he ain’t my friend he’s just some cracker that don’t want the apartment”. 

All three ladies made disappointed noises and shared their disappointment to the two men. Tony was in shock. These women were amazing and they all lived 

here. He was regretting his quick dismissal of the apartment and began to stammer out a quick repeal of his previous statement. 

“Well”, Tony said, “Maybe I was too quick. I mean it is a nice location and it has everything I need. I mean I am soon to be divorced so I don’t need a lot of room. Maybe we could talk about it Mr. Towers”. 

One of the brunettes said, “Oh that’s great! I’m Deb and that beautiful blonde is Laura and that tall, sexy girl is Erica. You’re such a cute little fella we’d be thrilled to have you here”. 

Although Tony wasn’t crazy about being called “cute little fella” he found himself blushing and saying, “Why thank you, that sounds lovely”. 

Terry put his large hand on Tony’s shoulder and said, “You better be sure little man. I don’t want to be jerked around here. Do you want the place or not?” 

Tony looked at the women again and smiling like an idiot said, “Yes sir. I do. I want the apartment. Please. Sir”. 

“Oh he’s respectful of his betters too Terry. He’s a keeper”, Deb said. 

Tony was put off by that remark but was too enraptured by the 3 sirens to say anything. He just took the offered key from Terry and made his way back upstairs with the large black man to the office to sign the lease. 

Terry handed Tony a thick document which he had turned to the last page and then gave the white boy a pen. As Tony made a move to turn back to the first page to read the lease, Terry stopped him and said, “I ain’t got time for that shit today boy, either sign or go find someplace else. I’m busy”. 

Tony was greatly intimidated by the black man who was now leaning over him. Tony could smell the man’s musk and knew without looking that his impressive package was right there at eye level as he sat at the desk. The aroma coming from Terry was a combination of sweat from his pits and crotch as well as the natural pheromones of a strong, dominant man. Tony found himself becoming uncomfortable as the scent was having an adverse effect on him. He wasn’t certain but he could swear he was becoming aroused. This thought made Tony squirm in his seat and he wanted nothing more than to get out of the office 

right away. He signed the lease without reading it and made as if to get up from the chair. 

Terry smiled down at the white boy but didn’t move out of his way. In fact the imposing black man moved in a little closer and stood to his full height which had the effect of pushing his crotch closer to Tony’s face. 

Tony tried to look up but the ceiling light made it impossible to look at Terry’s face so he lowered his eyes to the only place he could look, right at the bulge in Terry’s shorts. 

Terry’s smile grew as he became amused at the boy’s discomfort and he said, “I’m always here. I’m always watching. I always know everything that goes on here. I’ll make sure that lease is enforced to the letter. Now you go ahead down to your new digs and get comfortable. I’ll be down to check on you at some point”. 

Tony squirmed past the black stud and accidentally brushed his face against Terry’s crotch. He felt a solid hunk of muscle brush against his cheek and was shocked to think that was the man’s penis. It must be huge Tony thought. As he made his way out of the office, Terry called after the white boy, “Oh and by the way, don’t get any ideas from the ladies. They call me T or Terry but you call me Mr. Towers or sir at all times”. 

Tony squeaked out a quick “Yes sir”, before scurrying down the stairs wondering why he was such a wimp around black men like that.