Rental Boyfriends Novels & Stories

He was a cutie, damn fine actually, but sweet and nervous, a nice kid and everything that Jeff wasn't. Most decent guys my age were taken and the rest either jerks like Jeff, married and on the make or unfortunately single for a reason with a ton of baggage and looking for a mom as much as a girlfriend. There were a few good guys out there, but at this point I didn't want serious so that left me with few options. A couple of my friends went out as cougars on the prowl from time to time and raved about sex with young men, not just the young hard bodies and stamina, but they were eager to please and acted like it was about the woman, not them.

“Hold it right there! I’ll send you back.” Elliot did not take me back to my accommodations on campus, though. Instead, he sent me to a high-class apartment building downtown. As I watched the cityscape fly past me out the window, I suddenly understood something. In the previous timeline, this had been our home after we got married. This place held our best memories but also bore witness to how our relationship as a couple crumbled. In the end, there was nothing left but hatred between us. After the car came to a stop, Elliot undid his seat belt and angled his head toward me.

I did what any normal, sleep-deprived teenager would do. I pulled out my phone and started recording. “Jason Cole?” I said, smirking at the camera. “Yeah, sure. He’s basically my boyfriend. He steals my pens, cheats off my history homework, and drives me insane. Honestly, the full boyfriend experience.” I snorted at my own sarcasm, tossed my pen dramatically over my shoulder, and hit post. Only my close friends were supposed to see it. A harmless inside joke. A tiny vent into the void.

"You good? Ruth never moved out. Paid six months upfront. But she died here. "Place's been empty since. Don't even say her name—I'm still mad. Who dies in a rental? "I've lost five years of tenants! Since you're her boyfriend, you owe me." He slammed down the rental contract. Pedro blinked at the date—over five years ago. His rage snapped. He grabbed the paper and ripped it to shreds. "Ruth's got nothing to do with me! You want cash? Go dig her up! This whole act? Another scam. I'm not buying it. Never again!"

I guess I got lucky where I didn't have many problems, none that really mattered anyway. "Hey Carl" I say warmly. "This is my boyfriend Rhodes. Rhodes this is my landlord Carl" I introduce the two of them. Rhodes dusts off his hand on his jeans and shakes Carls open hand. "Good to meet you mate, though I am sad to see this one go. One of my best tenants" Carl gestures to me after he shakes Rhodes's hand. I'm not sure if he really means that, but I guess I don't have raging parties or tear up the place like some of my neighbours so I may actually be one of his favourites.

A junior approached me. He proposed me to be his friend. And… It just clicked. We became boyfriends soon. He shifted in my apartment with me. Our relationship was a hide and seeks. Battling with our emotions. Until, until I gave myself to him. Yes I bottomed up for him. Not that I was ashamed. But now if I think. I feel used. It was a bloody bet he had with his friends. 2 Million Dollars. To be my boyfriend. To fuck me. To record me while fucking me.

If she had paid much attention to his profile she would have noticed that gender as he/him and not a her/she. "I am not like those girls and this doesn't change anything. I can't share my apartment with you." she said firmly rising to her feet. "You'll have to look for some place else, sorry for wasting your time and that's final." she walked out of the cafe with her bag slung over her shoulder. She opened the app as she walked on the street, tapping on the for rent button. She heaved out a sigh, turning her head backwards to glance at the sky, the clouds were getting darker and heavier. Great it was going to rain and she was without a roommate.

“Dating. Like having multiple boyfriends.” Wow. That is not what I was expecting at all. I thought he meant sexually, like having sex with multiple people at once. Not that I have an answer for that either. I mean Raikin and Ryder fingered me at the same time, but that’s different. That’s not sex. Boyfriends though? Ryder always jokes about Logan and the other guys being my boyfriends, but they aren’t really my boyfriends. We just mess around some, kissing, flirting and stuff we aren’t actually all dating.

“My parents always do this big, chaotic thing. Food everywhere, Christmas movies on repeat, cousins running around like feral animals, aunts arguing over board games. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s… nice. You’d fit right in.” I stared at him. He hurried on, words tumbling faster. “I mean—not as, like—not as my boyfriend or anything. Just… as a friend. Roommate. Someone who doesn’t want to spend the holidays eating takeout alone in an empty off-campus apartment while the heat’s set to sixty to save money.” The word *boyfriend* hung between us anyway, bright and unignorable, even though we’d both been careful not to say it out loud yet. My throat tightened.

"Have you seen a worker who gave away more than eight million dollars?" "Please give me a dozen boyfriends like him." At the same time, "Tail's Boyfriend" commented affectionately: "Tail, would you like to be my girlfriend?"