Sandy.

Ahh, Sandy. He'd masturbated to her mere hours after moving in, before he'd even fully unpacked. He'd barely heard her describing details of the house rules, too focused on the big tits and swaying ass, clad as they were in thin form-fitting garments. He'd been erect for all of the 15-minute explanation, and in hindsight his nigh-literal drooling and ogling may be part of why she avoided him now.

Not that they needed to interact much. The only shared portions of the house were the garage, laundry area, back porch/yard, and hot tub. He hadn't even gone out there since he'd gone over once to ask a question, only to realize she was in the hot tub completely naked and sucking some lucky new boyfriend's large cock. He didn't think she'd even noticed him, but the boyfriend had.

Sandy was the daughter of a moderately rich family, and apparently spent her time house-sitting and partying at various properties her mother owned, all across the country. When she was actually around, she acted as the property manager, living downstairs, while he lived on the upper floor. His apartment had everything he needed except laundry facilities, which might be part of why he had a large amount of dirty clothes. He tended to avoid even the slightest chance he'd have to interact. Her disgust and scorn were evident each time, but she always accepted the checks he wrote, and apparently passed them on to her mother, the landlord.

Come to think of it, he was usually peeking out a window or something when she was around, did she think he was a pervert? I mean, he WAS a pervert, but...damn.

He wasn't sure, but he thought his rent probably covered all of the utility and maintenance costs, but it was still cheaper than most options in the area, and he technically had access to a hot tub, a garage, and laundry. Plus a decent kitchenette.

He did wonder on occasion if she even paid rent. Plus, he ended up having to take care of stuff like hauling the trash out to the road.
A shared bathroom might have made things fun, and he'd had many a fantasy about walking into hers for some reason or other. Usually while she was naked and/or showering.
Oddly enough, he'd been informed that they were expanding the small bathroom he had upstairs to include a bathtub/shower, about 3 days after he'd signed the contract and was still moving in. Maybe he shouldn't have masturbated in the shared shower.

Hindsight.

Still, it'd been free and came with no increased rent, so he didn't complain outwardly.

He realized his cock was still rock hard from his mental command of earlier, and turned it off again.
He tried thinking that it should revert to automatic response after 15 minutes of no sexual activity, and it suddenly started shrinking again.
This was going to take some getting used to.

Although...maybe another test?

Wait, no, he needed to order more protein bars or something, since he'd nearly exhausted his supply at work. No matter how magical this shit was, it clearly required fuel. And he'd probably cum at least a gallon or two today. Maybe three.

He went online and did a little research, finding some sketchy but somewhat plausible information about foods and such that helped replenish cum. It probably didn't matter in this case, but it might not hurt, and he went about ordering some to try out. Also a bunch of protein shake mix, protein bars, and generally concentrated food he could store in his desk. And a shake mixer bottle he could take to work. Or...elsewhere. Also a couple very large water bottles. At this rate he wasn't sure if he could survive one of those apocalypses he liked playing games of, based solely on the amount of food and water he needed. Maybe he need a toggle switch on his cum production or something.

He thought at his nuts.

That was a weird phrase.

But hey, apparently they'd slowed down, he didn't have the constant feel of almost imperceptibly increasing fullness from them anymore.

It was a this moment that someone started knocking loudly on the front door of the house.
Sighing to himself, he put boxers and sweatpants on, adjusting his cock to dangle down one leg, and headed down the stairs to said front door.

Who the fuck was about at 2300? Were the police looking for witnesses for some crime that had occurred while he was at work? They were going to be disappointed, but he could at least be polite and tell them he wasn't able to help.