Gay Erotic Stories

Terry was unaware that was being watched and was unaware of so much more.

He had been working at the complex for over two years. Arriving early each morning, he would check in at the office and pick up any work orders that might have come in over the weekend and then go about his duties. Oh, there were times when he’d have more work less routine things to tend to like the time Mrs. Applegate in apartment 3B had ground up a dish rag in the garbage, clogging it and being hard of hearing, she had not noticed that she had left the water running and it was pouring out over the counter tops and onto the floor. Or the time that the boy in apartment 14C dropped lit firecrackers into the toilet, causing it to crack and dump its contents into the apartment beneath.

The apartment complex consisted four, three floor buildings that surrounded a large courtyard. Each unit had its front entrance on the outside of the building and a balcony overseeing the pool that sat in the very middle. In the corners of the courtyard, were four sitting areas that were secluded by planter boxes and juvenile trees that lost their leaves every fall. The building on the north side only had apartments on the second and third floors except for the manager’s apartment that was in the center of the building. To the left of the banquet room was a small gym that was rarely used and to the right of the gym, in the corner of the building, was a small window and next to it was a windowless door that led down a short hallway to the janitor’s closet where cleaning supplies, light bulbs and other items were stored, a small bathroom that included a sink, a toilet and a shower, and at the end of the hall, a door opened into a large storage room where things like patio furniture was stored during the winter months, extra bathroom sinks and toilets where kept as well as countless other items.

But most of the time his routine remained the same. He would make his way around the complex fixing broken sprinkler heads, replacing light bulbs where needed and painting over the graffiti that had been left on the outer walls. Once in awhile his routine would vary like it had a few months back when the young couple, expecting their first baby, moved out of apartment 10A and he had to make some repairs, paint the unit and get it ready to be rented. But the rents where low and the place were well taken care of, so vacancies were infrequent and he every tenant’s name.

As most young of Terry’s age do, he had a good imagination and was horny a good part of the time, had gotten in the habit of sneaking off into the storage room and sometimes the bathroom, that no one else used, where he would pull a magazine out of a stack hidden between two boxed light fixtures, unbutton and unzip his work pants, letting them drop to his ankles and start rubbing on the growing prick encased in his tight white underwear.

The magazines were well used and he would often wonder who had left them in the storage room. Sometimes he would fantasize that the original owner of the pornography would show up and catching the young Terry in the act, would make him have sex on fear of being reported to the building manager. Sometimes he’d fantasize that he was one of the boys in the faded pages being raped by a much larger and older man. Sometimes he’d even leave the door to the hall leading to the two rooms wide open and leave the door to which ever room he was in slightly ajar and in the hopes of encouraging a similar encounter, though it never did. He had in fact gotten so comfortable with his surroundings that he was not aware that on this day he had been seen disappearing into the secret closet and had peaked the interest of a certain potential new tenant.

The man had agreed to taking the empty rental rather abruptly, at least it seemed abrupt to old Mrs. Crowley as she stood in the empty, ground floor apartment reciting the long list of magnificent qualities of the apartment complex. Wearing a leather motorcycle jacket, a leather baseball cap, a t-shirt with a faded image of a mustached man with over exaggerated muscles and back side while another man of similar appearance stood in front of him with his boot in the first guys face and it was hard to make out but for a moment she thought that the first guy had his tongue out and was licking the boot. But the thing that made her most nervous about the man (because she found it hard not to stare) was the way his skintight jeans revealed the large mass bulging to one side of his crotch. She would later regret that she hadn’t listened to hear inner self and refuse the application however, Mr. Crowley constantly complained any time an apartment was empty and would do so just about every ten minutes until the unit was rented again.

So when the man sharply and suddenly yelled out, “I’ll Take it,” all she thought about was the please and quite she would have at home until the next time an apartment became empty.

Terry had completely forgotten that apartment 10A was empty and might be shown to prospective renters. He had also forgotten that from the bedroom in apartment 10A, a person could see into the hallway that led to the bathroom and storage room that had become Terry’s hideaway. Terry was also unaware that in apartment 10A a man was watching him as he retreated into a dark hallway. It wasn’t that he saw Terry go into a door way but when Terry poked his head back out and looked around the courtyard as if he was about to do something he wouldn’t want to be caught at. But then seeing the young man come back into view only this time with his pants down around his ankles, his t-shirt pulled over his head onto his neck, exposing his hairless, ivory white chest and wearing a pair of tight white underwear that hugged the bulging that he kept rubbing his hand on.

Terry counted down the hours as the weekend approached and thought about being able to sleep in late for the next two days. By the time he came back to work the following week, the strange man would be all moved in and that he had had the entire two days to become familiar with his new surroundings. He was also unaware that the man had an amazing talent to go around undetected, moving about in the early morning hours or that he could pick locks with ease, both skills he had perfected while in prison. And he was completely unaware that the thing the man was moving into the apartment wasn’t pieces of living room and bedroom furniture. It wasn’t boxes of kitchenwares and art to hang on the walls. No, the man wasn’t moving in the necessities of life rather the tools and equipment that would be used to exploit young pretty men.