Night Watch
To support myself and earn some spending money while I finish my degree in Computer Technologies, I work the night shift in a luxury apartment building as a watchman. It's a great job, I have time to get a lot of homework and reading done, while getting paid for it at the same time. Lately however, I have been distracted by something happening in one of the apartments that keeps me so mesmerized, I can't concentrate on school work.
My office, is a small room with a view of the main courtyard entrance to the complex. The way it is situated, I can see into most of the apartments, unless of course, the drapes are drawn. I have a bank of video screens, that watch over the underground parking and the seven levels of hallways. I can also see into the elevators.
A few weeks ago, we got a new tenant. He's a well developed gym hunk, with tight curly blond hair, large blue eyes and a swagger that would stop anybody in their tracks. My dick got hard the first time I saw him getting out of his little black BMW in the garage. We always get a "New Tenant" document, which details their apartment number, parking space, type of car, license plate number and how many people are living in the apartment. I'll call him John, lives alone, but he seldom is, if you get my drift.
John's apartment is one floor below my office, and I have a clear view of his bedroom. The first day I moved in, I watched him working out with a set of weights. It was a hot show, because he works out totally naked. As he worked up a sweat, which I could clearly see glistening on his beautiful body, his dick slowly got hard. He lowered the weight bar onto its rack, and reached for a bottle of lotion sitting on the floor next to his towel. He proceeded to lube his hands, and give his cock a massage for about ten minutes, that had me working on mine as well. We both ejaculated at the same time, and I had fun slurping my cum while he rubbed his all over his sexy, sweaty, body.
He must go out to the bars or clubs or something. He usually gets dressed in funky clothes, and hits the garage about ten every night. He's seldom gone for more than an hour, and usually comes back with a hot stud and sometimes two. When I see him pull into the garage, I turn the most strategic exterior wall mounted camera on his bedroom, and get it focused in anticipation of the hot action I know will be taking place shortly. I also lower my pants, and start limbering up my own horny equipment. I've started packing my lunch bag with a tube of my favorite jerkoff lube.
Last night was a hummer of a scene. I came three times before it was over. John came home about ten forty-five, with two cute looking Japanese guys, who wouldn't weigh half his weight put together. They seemed very excited when they got out of the car. One of them lingered briefly, taking a flash picture of John's BMW before running to catch the elevator.
In the elevator, these two guys were all over John, feeling him up, tweaking his nibs, trying to stretch up to kiss him on the mouth. He just sort of kept this little smirk on his lips, and let them play. They must have been paying a fortune. I was lucky, I had finally gotten a video recorder hooked into the surveillance system, and I was getting everything on tape for my private collection. The machine was working well, and the color images were excellent.
In John's apartment, the two little guys went crazy, tearing their own clothes off. The one with the camera was first, and was busy snapping pictures of the other one, stripping our glorious hunk of his cruising clothes. When he had John nude, he dropped to his knees, and posed with the head of John's dick in his mouth. What wasn't in his mouth, was longer than his own by a good three times, and I knew from experience that John wasn't totally hard yet. After the little guy had posed, he got up and let his buddy pose the same way. They were laughing and carrying on, I was sorry there was no sound bring recorded. I wondered if they were speaking English.
They got John onto the carpeted floor, and went to work on him with their little tongues. One was spreading his cheeks, and rimming him like a sex crazed dog. The other one, was on his side laying under John, obviously sucking his cock. When John finally stood up, his monster was in full erection. The camera came out and started flashing like mad again.
The one who had been licking his ass, wasted no time, suiting John's cock up for a wild ride. He produced a tube of lube, and greased himself up while John lay back on the bed, and used his fist to point his log at the ceiling. The little guy was up on his dick head in an instant. He didn't hesitate, and with his buddy snapping pictures as he sunk John's pole into his butt, he rode it all the way to the bottom.
I was sweating in my office, and my cock was raging in my own fist. My asshole was twitching in sympathy wishing it could feel that major fence post being buried. John was playing it very cool. He never moved a muscle. These two guys were using him like some kind of sex toy. While the one with John's cock in his butt, was pushing up with his legs, and sinking down again, the other one was in hog heaven sucking John's balls, and licking the connection between John and his buddy. Pausing frequently to take pictures.
That scene went on for over two hours, and by the time it was over, I'd wrung my nuts dry. My dick was sore from my rough treatment of its tender flesh. John fucked both of them twice each. Every time he came, they wanted to take his cum in their mouths. He pumped two loads down each of their tiny gullets. His flaring angry dickhead was massive next to their tiny oriental faces.
I determined I had to meet him somehow, and have a go at him without spending half my tuition for the experience. One evening, after I'd made at least a dozen hot tapes, I hit on a plan. I made a duplicate tape of the Japanese guys doing their thing, and wrote him a note. I told him I wasn't trying to blackmail him or anything, but that I was a poor student who couldn't help himself anymore. I needed his cock inside me, and what did I have to do to get it there. I added the number of my office phone. I left the note and video in a large envelope leaning against his door, and went back to my office.
On screen, I could see he was getting ready to go out for the evening. When he opened his front door, my package would fall in on his shoes. Shortly after he left my view of his bedroom, I turned my stare to the video trained on his front door. The envelope was clearly visible. After a long minute, while I held my breath, the door opened suddenly, and I saw him bend down to pick it up, looking both ways down the hall. He closed the door, and went back into his apartment. In his bedroom, he walked to the TV, and popped the video into the VCR. He was reading the letter I'd written, and went to lay down on his bed to watch the video.
As soon as the leader ran through, and he saw it was himself being stripped by the two little Japanese guys, he jumped off the bed and ran to his window, Being dark, there wasn't much he could see, except for a few softly lighted windows. My own window was dark except for the dim glow of the monitors. He walked over to the bedside phone, and my phone rang.
"Hello?" I was a little nervous about how he'd take my request. Was he going to be pissed or interested?
"How long have you been recording my activities?" He demanded. It was the first time I'd actually heard his voice. Very sexy.
"The tape I gave you was the first. But I have others, one a night since then."
"Far out! You must be able to see what goes on pretty well. Does it make you hot?"
"I've got a sore dick I've been jerking off so much since you moved in."
"Well listen, it makes me hot to know I've had a secret watcher. The reason I never close the drapes, is I like people to watch. Even better if it's on video. Why don't you come over. I'd like to check you out."
"Like I said in the letter, I can't afford your prices. I saw what the Japanese guys paid you."
"Never mind that, my fee to you, will be a copy of the videos you're making. I love to watch myself at work. Can you afford to make copies? If not, I'll give you the money for blank tapes."
"It's a deal. You want me right now?"
"Why not? I don't really have to go out every night. I just like to. Come on over, and lets get it on."
I wasted no time getting over to his door. He opened it as soon as I knocked. He was already stripped, and had a semihard cock he was stroking. I hurried in and started pulling off my clothes. He led the way to the bedroom and the video I'd given him, was still playing on the large screen TV. He flopped onto the bed, with his more erect cock gripped in his fist, and I crawled between his legs. His hot flesh tasted even better than my imagination had created it for me. I swallowed his precum oozing dick head and savored the spicy treat.
"You are making a tape of this aren't you?" He held my head, with his dick in my hungry mouth with both his hands, and looked into my eyes.
"Ob Courbe," I mumbled around his shaft and continued sucking. He grinned down at me, and then squeezed a slick of lube down my ass crack. His big rough fingers began to massage it into all the right places, and he had me climbing his body in no time.
He pushed me off his dick, and pulled on a rubber. He picked me up by the hips, and roughly arranged me with my butt in the air at the edge of the bed. He kept glancing at the tape playing in the VCR. Finally he grunted something about the best angle, and pushed his massive hardon into my butthole. I must admit I squealed like a pig being knifed when his monster cock plowed into me, but I was happy to make all the noise I wanted, since I'd figured out a way to record our fuck scene by broadcasting the sound back to a small receiver on my desk. It was automatically being laid down on the video even as he fucked me.
Man I made it good. Grunting and groaning and occasionally squealing with delight. Urging him on and on. He got into the act as well, talking a dirty blue streak about what he wanted to do to my spying butt. When we finally came, he pulled out of me as soon as my spunk started to fly. He tore off his condom, and pumped his slimy load onto my back and into my hair. Without pausing, he roughly turned me over, recoveredd his dick with a fresh condom, and dove in for seconds. I screamed with pleasure, and threw my heels over his shoulders.
This could go on for ever, but John now gives me a free pounding for every two tapes I give him. He loves that I figured out how to get sound on the videos, and has let me wire his room for better quality.
Me, I treasure the tapes I've made of this hot HOT man, especially the ones when I'm participating in the sexy fuck scenes. He is really a nice guy, and we occasionally spend days together when I don't have classes, just knocking around town, or going for long hikes in the hills. I like those hikes the best, because he usually ends up fucking me before we start back home.
He has offered to show me the ropes of turning tricks for money. He says I'd be a natural, if I'd buff up just a little bit. He's offered to set me up with tricks when he's overwhelmed with requests he can't possibly handle. I'm thinking about it. The money I've seen him make is certainly as good or maybe better than my starting salary as a video Technician is likely to be.
Last night, he called me and told me he was on his way home with a guy that just wanted to watch two hunky dudes get it on. He wanted to know if I could get away from my duties for a little while for an extra hundred. I was waiting in his parking spot when he and the trick pulled into the garage.
He fucked me silly, and then he asked me to fuck him for the first time. He told the trick, who was sitting naked pulling on his tiny cock, that he had to pay extra to see him get fucked, because he never let anyone into his butt. The trick agreed, and I went into sexual heat over the thrill. I squealed so loud, for so long, that the trick didn't even know when I came.
The poor guy pulled on his minuscule dick for the entire time John was fucking me and me him, but he never once got off. John asked the guy if he wanted us to take turns sucking him until he came, but he declined. He paid us a hundred a piece, and John took him back to the bar. I dressed, and went back to my office and watched the tape of me fucking John again while I jerked off.
He was back within an hour with a sexy European looking dude. I popped another blank tape into the VCR, and sat back to watch. While the trick was undressing and neatly folding his clothes, John strolled over to the window, peeling out of his. He grinned right up at the camera trained on his features, and winked. He made his half hard cock jump a couple of times, and I squealed.
END