Apartment 117
Chapter One: The Light in the Bathroom
By: Wade Wright
Sammy answered his front door to see one of the hottest looking maintenance men that he had ever seen. He was tall, built with broad shoulders, a small waist, and showing a very pronounced, and exciting, crotch. Sammy quickly looked the hunk over and made a mental decision that the new maintenance man was one hell of a hot looking man, was probably about 27 or 28 years old, but---damn it, ---was wearing a wedding ring.
Sammy was 30 years old, and stood only to about the shoulder height of this adorable hunk of a man, and although he did have a good firm built, it certainly was nothing compared to the muscle man that was now standing directly in front of him at the front door. He knew that he had always admired good looking men in uniform pants, regardless of which type of a uniform, but he quickly decided that this particular pair of pants, with the bulge that was showing, was probably the hottest looking pair that he had ever been up real close to. He quickly noticed that this specific bulge was a little more than just a bulge, ---part of what was hidden inside was actually extending down the left leg. This sure made Sammy wonder very quickly if this hunk of a man knew just how much he was showing, did he care, and of course, with that much in his basket area, why didn't he wear briefs, so that he could fold it under and kind of hide it.
Sammy had some major concerns about if he had noticed and admired the crotch area a little too long, and had perhaps been seen looking down at it.
"Hi, I'm Jack Jensen, the maintenance man. This is apartment number 117 isn't it? Are you Sam Wilson? I understand you have a light problem somewhere here in your apartment?" "Yea, huh yea." Sammy managed to answer. "The ceiling light in the bathroom went out and even though I put a new bulb in it, it still won't work. Come on in."
Sammy swung the door open as he invited the maintenance man in, and then totally checked his backside out, as Jack entered and went past Sammy. "You are new here aren't you?" Sammy asked.
"Yea, just started this week. Fact is, I'm still trying to remember which apartments are where. The numbering system for this complex is kind of messed up to me. It doesn't make too much sense."
"Yea I've always thought that too." Sammy replied, as he eye balled the tall black, mahogany muscular, broad shouldered, statue of a man. He fought to keep his eyes from trailing down to the enormous basket area. He did think to himself, "Damn those pants sure are nice and tight! Damn, I'd love to feel them! Shit, that looks hot!"
"The bathroom is back here," Sammy told Jack.
Jack followed Sammy down the hall toward the bedroom area and into the bathroom.
"So do you live here by yourself?" Jack inquired.
"No, I've got a roommate, but he's not here right now."
"Oh OK." Jack replied. "What's his name?"
"Jim. Jim Nelson." Sammy answered.
"Oh OK." Jack replied as he rather looked around to see what the apartment was like.
"You guys have a nice place here. I've only been in a few of the units so far, but you guys sure have this one fixed up nicer than the other ones I've been in."
"Well thanks!" Sammy acknowledged. "We try! We both like nice stuff."
"Yea nice stuff like you Mr. Jack Jensen", Sammy said to himself as he watched Jack bed over and put his tool box on the floor. His thought process continued, "Damn one hot maintenance man! What an ass! I hope like hell he stays around for awhile and not the normal two or three weeks, and then off to a better job. Of course with the other ones, who cared, but shit man, this one is way too hot to let go. Oh man! Just freeze yourself there all bent over with your ass and those damn tight pants shining right at my face. Damn man! One hell of a hot ass! Damn, that is good man stuff! Shit, that's hot!!"
Attempting to re-compose himself, and not act like his mind was off, out in the woods someplace, Sammy asked,---as his man of cumin dreams stood back up, "Do you prefer being called Jack, or do you prefer Mr. Jensen?"
"Oh definitely Jack! I always say Mr. Jensen is my Dad! Hey, Sam, do you happen to have a step stool that I could borrow. I did not know this was a ceiling light problem and I did not bring a stool. Have you got one I could borrow?"
"Yea, sure do Jack. Let me get it for you. It's in the kitchen. I'll be right back.
Sammy headed for the kitchen, retrieved the stool and returned to the bathroom to find that Jack had removed his shirt and was now bare chested.
"Oh, hope you don't mind," Jack said as he saw Sammy return to the bathroom. "I wouldn't do this if I was in some woman's apartment, but these damn uniform shirts are so damn tight they are hard to move in, so if it's OK with you, since it's just you and me, I'd like to just do without it until I get finished. OK?"
"Oh yea! Yea--of course it's OK." Sammy replied. Then to himself he continued without actually saying it out loud, "Hell yes you can, and you can take the damned pants off too if you want. Shit man look at those pecs! Look at those biceps! Look at those tinny little nipples! Look at that skin! Shit man, what a hunk! Shit he is hot! Damn he is hot!!! I've never chased after black guys before, but shit man, this one is getting me all turned on!"
Jack opened the stool and after stepping up on it, he proceeded to start work on the lamp fixture. Sammy stood there and with his mouth hanging open, watched Jack reach up and extend his arms above his head. Sammy sighed. Jack heard the sigh and looked toward Sammy.
"You OK?" Jack inquired.
"Oh yea, I'm OK." Sammy replied. "Yea, I'm OK."
Turning, Sammy left the hall bathroom and went into the bathroom, off of the main bedroom, and rinsed his face with cold water. He felt that he actually needed to cool himself back down. Jack's naked and exposed upper half, had actually gotten him way too flushed. He grabbed a towel, wiped his face, stood there for a minute or two, and took three deep breaths.
As he returned down the hall to the main part of the apartment, he passed the door to the bathroom where Jack was working. Once again he simply had to stop and gaze at the hunk of this man, that was in his apartment. Actually in his bathroom, half undressed, and while he was in there too! He looked up toward Jack's upper body, and he then looked down toward Jack's waist, and, after loosing self-control, down toward his crotch. Jack saw Sammy looking at this crotch.
Jack smiled, and Sammy immediately turned and left the bathroom area.
Sammy forced himself to stay in the living room and kitchen area, and Jack continued his work on the light fixture.
"There!" Sammy shortly heard Jack exclaim from the bathroom. "It works! Hey Sam, come look. It's working!"
Sammy headed toward the bathroom and as he turned the corner, he saw Jack standing there admiring his handy work, and at the same time rubbing his crotch. Sammy did not know what to look at. The light, or the hand on the crotch. The crotch certainly did hold a greater amount of interest. Right then, Jack's crotch certainly was shinning much more brightly than the light fixture was.
"Hey great!" Sammy said as he came into the bathroom. Jack realized that once again Sammy was eye balling his crotch. And he was giving Sammy a good reason to watch.
"Hey the light man, the light!" Jack said in a rather joking manner. "The light's not your real main interest is it?" Jack asked as he strongly grabbed his crotch, rubbed on it, and then pulled it up after putting his hand down under, and alongside the hang of meat that was going down his left leg.
"What, uhhh, what?" Sammy rather asked.
"Sam, I'm not real ignorant. I think you want to see what I have in my pants, don't you?"
"What!? What!?" Sammy exclaimed! "Why are you saying that?"
"Sam, I know you are a gay guy. I already knew that you had a partner. I already knew his name was Jim. Sam, the only reason I took this job was because I knew this apartment complex has a lot of gay guys in it, and before I go to any apartment, I find out as much about who is there as I can. Why do you think I'd run around without any underwear on? Shit man, I need it to keep everything in there under control. Why do you think I took my shirt off? Hell that shirt ain't that damn tight! I wanted to flex these pecs in front of you and see if I could get you all hot and bothered, and I think I did! I like to mix work and fun together whenever I can, and that's why I like to work in complexes that have a lot of gay guys. I get my rocks off by letting them admire my hours in the gym. Now, want to see what I have hidden down here?" Jack asked, ---as he started to unbutton his uniform pants.
"Uhh yea!" Sammy managed to answer. "Yea Jack if you want to show me."
Sammy was actually wanting to yell, "Hell yes man! Hell yes I want to see it! Hell yes! Hell yes,-----I want to grab it!" But, he was trying to maintain some dignity and not act as if he was as horny as hell, which he was quickly becoming, with the idea in mind, that Jack wanted him to see his dick.
Jack unbuttoned the top button of his uniform pants, and he then told Sammy to finish unbuttoning them and to pull them down. Of course he had no briefs on, which had been very obvious to Sammy ever since he stood at the front door.
"Yea right man! Yea, pull them down and put them down on the floor right on top of my shoes."
Sammy did as he was instructed and found that when he let loose of the pants, he was now face-to-dick with one of the darkest, longest, thickest and one of the sweetest looking dicks that he had ever seen, either in person or in any mag. The skin looked like velvet!
"Oh shit! Oh shit man!" Sammy exclaimed as he backed his face away so that he would be looking at the entire dick and not just the part attached to Jack's body. "Damn man! God Jack, you have got the dick of death! Jack, I've never played with a black man's dick before. I've never see one like this! God Jack,---this thing is enormous!"
"Want to lick it Sam? I've got some time before I'm expected to check back at the office, and I sure do want to make good friends with the people that I will be taking care of around here. Why don't you kind of lick that pole so that I know you and I can be some, good, tight, friends. If I take care of you and your apartment, then I want to know you can take care of me too! See, I've got some tools in my tool box, and I've got this special tool here in my pants! I really want to use this special tool."
Sammy took about three big deep breaths and slowly reached up and took ahold of Jack's bag of balls in his left hand. He took ahold of Jack's cock with his right hand, and then looked up at Jack.
"You aren't even hard yet and this damn thing is almost too damn fat for me to get my hand around. Jack, how damn big does this get, when it gets hard?"
"Sam, my young man, you are the one down there with it in your hand. I'm sure if you kind of maybe lick on it and jerk it just a little, it will start getting hard for you, so that you can see for yourself! Come on man! Get me hard! I'm feeling kind of horny here, and I need a good looking guy like you to give me some service. I want to watch it disappear right down that hungry mouth of yours. I need to feel your warm, wet, hungry, mouth all over it. Eat my dick man! Use that tool man!"
Sam was shocked that this was happening. He remembered how just a few minutes ago when he first opened the front door to let Jack in, how he was so overtaken by this man's structure and his outstanding form, that at that time he really did want to just throw Jack to the floor and rape him. But now that Jack was telling him to actually do it, Sam was wondering if what was happening was really supposed to be going on. This guy worked for the apartment company, and Sammy was a tenant there. He had never had one of the maintenance men come on to him like this. He was not mentally prepared for this to be happening right then. This was way too unexpected! Hot, but way too unexpected!
Sam looked back down at the black stick of meat and slowly started to move his hand along the shaft. He slightly pulled on the bag of golf balls that were in his left hand. He took a deep breath! He pulled on the bag a little rougher and grabbed his hand around the shaft as far as he could manage. He pushed back on the dick, and felt the skin move along the inner muscle. Then he pulled forward on it and again felt the skin slide. He felt more strength come into the pole. He continued to stroke. He shook his head in amassment as Jack's, black, 'hot rod' got bigger and bigger!
"Oh my God Jack! Jack I never knew a guy could have a dick this damn big! God Jack! Shit man! This damn thing is bigger than any dick I've even seen pictured. Shit Jack, how damn big is this thing?"
"When it's good and hard, like after some good hungry mouth has been on it for awhile, it usually measures about 11 inches long and about six and a half or seven inches around."
"Jack! You said after some hungry mouth has been on it! You mean you have had guys suck on this damn thing? You have had guys that can actually get that in their mouths?"
"Yea man! Yea, a lot of guys can! And I don't know why, but it's usually the smaller guys that can take it down their throats and also, those are usually the guys that beg for me to try and ram it up in their asses. The bigger muscle kind of guys usually can't take it in either end. Now Sam, you look like one of the guys that can really take it and enjoy it! Come on man! Let's see if I've started working at the right apartment complex or not. I mean man, if I can't find me enough guys around here to take care of that thing for me, then I will just have to find me another job at another complex where the boys are hungrier and more anxious to make Mr. Jack and his big, black, long, dick, happy! I know from past experience, I need serviced, by a guy, at least once a day, so I've got to get my men lined up. Sam, I want you to be one of them!"
Sam let loose of the bag of balls and placed both hands on Jack's dick. He started stroking it with both hands clasped together as far as possible. His face was directly in front of the dick and he was stroking back and forth, aiming directly at his own face.
"Yea that's the way men!" Jack said. "Yea that's starting to feel reaaaaaal good Sam. Grab it tight and stroke it hard! Let me know you have ahold of it! Let me feel it! I want to get it as big for you as I can, so you need to start getting a little more rough on it. Stroke me man! There is a lot of meat down there to get all excited. Come on man, beat me off some. Get it all excited! Get me good and hard!"
Sammy caressed Jack's dick and rubbed his face up against the side of it as he stroked it back and forth. Slowly but firmly it stretched out and started to reach its maximum size. To Sammy it actually felt like a steel baseball bat in his hand. He moved his mouth to the tip of it. He opened his mouth as wide as possible. He slowly and with hesitation moved his mouth onto the end of Jack's over-sized rod. Sammy knew it would be a total challenge to get part of, if not most of, Jack's meat into his mouth.
Grabbing ahold of Jack's hips, Sammy forced his face forward and pulled on Jack's body in an attempt to swallow as much of the big meat sausage as possible.
Jack placed his hands on the back of Sammy's head and slowly and deliberately pulled his head toward himself. Sammy gulped and gagged as he allowed Jack to force his head onto the big meat stick. He had to pull his head back to allow himself to get some air, and while he was off of the dick, he said, "Oh shit man! Oh shit this damn thing is way too big!"
As soon as he had made his statement of qualifying the dick as too big, Sammy immediately threw his face forward and once again forced as much of the black cock back into his mouth and as far down his throat as possible. Sammy had now had enough of his,--- attempting to take it, ---and he had now turned very anxious to get all of it, if at all possible. He had been hesitant when he started, but he was now hot and ready to force himself to take it even if it was uncomfortable to do it. He realized that for some unknown reason, he trusted Jack enough, that even though he knew he would not be able to breathe, Jack would not let him suffocate. He forced his mouth open, and he forced the dick inside as far as possible. The dick head was way more than anything he had ever attempted to put in his mouth. He rammed his face forward. Jack pulled Sammy's head onto his dick. Sammy's throat was completely filled. It was being spread open.
Sammy sucked and licked the enormous peace of meat. Jack used Sammy's head as a jerk-off device. With his hands firmly placed on each side of Sammy's head, he forced Sammy's mouth on and off of his dick until he finally said, "Hey---man! I'm getting real ready! Sam, I'm getting real, real close! Man, I'm about to shoot! I'm getting real close to cumin! Hey guy, I'm going to shoot! Sam, Sam, you want it in your mouth?"
Suddenly Jack's whole body went rigid! He thrust his crotch toward Sammy. He pulled on Sammy's head! Every muscle tightened up! He stood there without saying anything and his entire being went as rigid as a marble statue.
Sammy knew that when Jack's dick shot, it was going to be a very big load. He decided that a dick that big couldn't do anything but shoot big loads, and with his actions on that dick, he had gotten himself so excited, about getting the chance to play with a dick that big, that he was now getting really anxious and excited about taking the full load down his throat. He tried to utter, "OK, OK", but with his mouth so full and spread so far open, he had trouble getting the words out. He was not about to take the dick out of his mouth to say anything. He did not want to find his face or chest getting the shot gun load that he was now wanting to feel hit the back of his mouth.
Jack shot! Jack shot big! Jack shot strong! Sammy pushed his face onto Jack's dick as far as he could go. Sammy moaned and groaned as he tried to swallow the man-milk as fast as he could. Jack stood there completely rigid and continued to shoot. Shot after shot! Sammy continued to swallow.
Finally Jack's dick quit shooting, and he slowly allowed his body to relax. Sammy swallowed the remaining cum that he still had in his mouth. He pulled his mouth back from the forced position that he had assumed, the position that he had used so that he made sure he got all of this handsome man's juices. He felt like he had drank the city water well dry. He had never had a dick that big in his mouth before, he had never taken that much cum before, and he had never had a black man fuck his face before. He thought, "Now I know why they say, --Go Black, you never go Back!"
Sammy pulled off of Jack's dick. He wiped his mouth with the back of his right hand. He looked up at Jack and exhaustingly said, "Shit oh man! Oh shit! God Jack, you loaded me fucking full! God Jack! You must have shot a quart of juice into my mouth. Man I had trouble swallowing it fast enough! God man, you have got one hot dick!"
"Well,--Sammy my man!" Jack replied, after regaining some composure and strength. "I certainly have found myself a guy that knows how to take it, use it, and eat it! You had fun on my cock, didn't you boy?"
Sitting back on his heels, grabbing the sides of Jack's tree trunk legs, he looked up at Jack and tried to say, "Oh hell yes I did Jack. Jack I've never had that much cock in my mouth all at once before. Oh shit man! Oh, when you started cumin I had to swallow as fast as I could. Oh shit man! Oh man, you loaded me full! Yea, Jack, yea I do have to admit that I had fun. I'm fucking exhausted, but shit yes, I had fun! Jack, I need to catch my breath!"
"So I guess maybe that might mean that when I need to get my nuts off, I can stop by here and let you take care of it for me? Right? Can I count on you as one of my main men on sucking me off when I need it?"
"Well Jack, I guess so, but I do have a partner, remember? We don't usually fuck around without the other guy being here, so I'm not so sure about just any ole time. I really didn't expect anything like this to happen today. I've never had some maintenance man kind of strip himself down and then offer his dick to me before. God Jack, especially one like that! Jack, the way you look and the way you are built, I'm sure you can do that to just about any guy and he'll go for it, but I did not intend to make hay with somebody without Jim being here. I'm not so sure I should be doing this again. I'm not so sure that would be fair to Jim. God Jack! I'm getting real confused here. Jack you are so hot! God having sex with you is way too much to believe. Jack, you said you need a guy to do you at least once a day? My God Jack! I can see why you need multiple guys! I don't think one guy could do this everyday! Jack, I want to, but ------Oh, I don't know!"
"So how about we set it up so that I can meet your Jim, and see if maybe we can do a three-way or something. Hey, Jim might be more agreeable to letting you suck me off when I need it if he and I know each other. Is Jim a good sucker? Maybe he'd like to suck me off too! Maybe I can line both of you guys up for me!"
"Oh Jack. This is getting so confusing! Yea, I'd really like a three way with you and Jim, and yea, I know I'd like to have more sex with you later, but man! But,---Jack, --I don't know if all you like is just getting sucked off or if you like other stuff too. I mean, to have a three way and have one of the guys just wanting to get himself sucked off,---well that doesn't usually work too well. What else are you into? Anything else, or just getting sucked off?"