It Started with a NO

A gay story: It Started with a NO It started with the word NO.

My name is Bruce, I’m 19 years old, 5 feet 6 inches and 134 pounds, long brown hair that I wear in a ponytail. I’m single, more gay than bi. I love boys not girls and I have serviced a few of my father’s card playing friends. My Uncle Carl taught me how to give blow jobs when I was fourteen and now wants to fuck my man pussy. That’s what he told me two weeks ago while I drank his hot seed which I love. I’m not ready to take his cock in my pussy. Sorry to say I live at home with parents who have a 1950’s view on life.

“Mom, Dad, I need a car. Can you get me a used one?” I asked. “It’ll help me get to job interviews so I can have a life and move out and be on my own.”

Laughing my dad said, “You are joking. No. We will not buy you a car.” He looked at my mom turned his back on me and said, “Hon, what’s for chow?” He patted her ass while chuckling.

After supper I cleaned off the table and went to my room. I got on my laptop and searched the net for help wanted ads. At midnight I discovered an ad for the need of a handyman at a small apartment complex across town with interviews being held at the apartment complex.

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The next morning, I was the new handyman of a 55-year-old plus complex of thirty apartment units. I also was offered an apartment of my own if I took a five dollar per hour decrease in pay. The unit I would live in is completely furnished including pots, pans, and linens. Not having a car, getting out from under my parents I took the apartment and ten dollars an hour. Any major repairs needed would be handled by professionals like an electrician or plumber.

After the second week I was there I met just about everyone that lived in the complex. Living there I had use of the common room that was used for small gatherings, like playing cards and watching the large screen television. Of the thirty units twenty-two were filled by married couples. The eight remaining were six single males two females.

James, at sixty-six years old is a talkative good-looking man at six feet tall and about two hundred pounds. He didn’t hang around the unit too often at night and sometimes had one or two of his friends over to visit, all male. He would always be around and hanging out in the common room during the day. Every time he would see me, he would say, “Bruce, I’m in unit 19. Come on over anytime. Have a beer or something.” Always with a wink after the word something.

“Bruce.” The office manager, Sally a forty-year-old woman who has been at the complex since it opened twenty years ago paged me on the intercom.

I walked in the office and asked, “What’s up Sally? I hope it’s not a clogged-up shitter again.”

“No, number 21 has a problem with the stove. One burner is not working. That’s the Banks apartment.” She handed me the work order. “Mrs. Banks is visiting her sick sister and her husband may have screwed it up.”

“Not a problem. I got it covered.” I got my handy toolbox and went to the second floor and found number 21, rang the doorbell, and waited with a smile on my face.

After twenty seconds the door was opened by a short baldheaded man dressed in a blue terry clothed robe that fell just to the top of his knees showing off his well-tanned hairless legs. A good looking and very much in shape guy of about sixty closed the door after I entered the home. He reminded me of my uncle.

“Mr. Banks, I’m Bruce the maintenance man.” I put out my hand to shake his. “You do know you have to be over 55 to live here, right.” He looked more like forty than fifty-five.

“Bruce, thank you but no tip.” He shook my hand firmly and said, “The stove isn’t working right,” he said walking through the well-furnished living room. There was a video playing on the large screen T.V. but on pause.

I followed him to the eat-in kitchen and placed my toolbox in front of the stove. As I turned to face him, I noticed he had loosened the belt of his robe and more skin could be seen. My cock twitched in my jeans.

He moved closer to me and the stove and pointed to the rear burner. “That one doesn’t get hot.” He looked at me and smiled and said, “Not really hot.” He placed his hand next to mine and said, “Go ahead turn me… I mean, turn it on.”

I turned the knob to high and waited for it to get red hot, which it didn’t.

“Mr. Banks, did you move anything while cleaning the stove?”

“Bruce, please call me Allen,” he said smiling while playing with the belt of his robe. “My wife has been gone for a week and I did clean the top. Some sauce boiled over and I had a big mess.” He looked like a little boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar with his lower lip stuck out. I wanted to grab it with my mouth and suck on it.

I turned the rear burner knob to the off position and looked at him. “Allen did you remove the stove top burners when you cleaned?”

Allen nodded yes with a quivering chin. “Bruce did I do something wrong?”

“I’ll show you if you come here and look close.”

He stood next to me and put his left hand on my right forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze. “My that’s a hard muscle you have there.” He glanced at me with a smile.

I ignored his comment and pointed to the burner. “When you put the burner back into the connection only half of the male plug made contact. That was the problem. No big deal. It can be tricky.”

He laid his head close to the top of the stove, “Can you show me how to do it?”

“Sure,” I bent over close to the burner and removed it and pointed to the connection. I pointed to the male prong. “It goes in there.” I showed him the female connection. As we both looked as the contact was made our checks touched. My cock got harder. I hadn’t had any cock in weeks and missed the sweet taste of man cum. We both stood up and looked at each other. He gave me a little smile as I reached for my toolbox.

“Hey, thanks Bruce,” he stuttered a bit and continued, “want a cool drink. Pepsi or iced tea?”

I handed him the work order, “Pepsi would be great. Please sign the work order and check the box that the stove works.”

Allen signed the order and gave me a can of Pepsi. The belt to his robe seemed to get loose as he sat down on a kitchen chair facing me as I stood at the kitchen counter. I noticed his legs parted forming a ‘v’ showing his hairless but shapely thighs. I got harder yet and wanted to see more and fondle his joystick.

“I heard that you live here at the complex.” He said with a grin. “The ladies leave you alone?”

“Yes, I have a small place in the rear near the storage rooms. No. No ladies.” I drank some of my drink. Looking at his crouch I said, “I’m pretty much a loner and not a ladies man.”

“A good lookin guy like you should have them lined up outside your door.” He moved around in his chair and more of the robe fell open. “I bet a few guys hung around your house in high school, huh?”

Blushing I answered, “Not really. There’s a lot of time for that stuff.” I drank some Pepsi and watched him run his hand slowly up and down his left thigh as he seemed to stare at my crouch. Getting brave to see where this would go, I asked, “How long is your wife going to be gone? You must get lonely without her here. Haven’t seen you out much.”

“To be truthful I enjoy the time alone from her,” he said and pointed to the living room. “I enjoy watching my DVD’s.” He got up and waved for me to follow. “He grabbed the remote and started the movie he had been watching before I got there. “See.” He pointed to the large screen. “Some hot porn. This is the closest I get to having sex.” A young girl was sucking on an older man’s cock. “Haven’t had a decent blow job in years. Haven’t found anyone around here who likes older cock.” He glanced at me and pulled on his dick just for a second to see my reaction. I headed for the door leaving my drink on the coffee table.

“You’re all set Mr. Banks. Thanks for the drink.”

He got up with his robe fully open and said, “Don’t be a stranger.” He closed the robe and held the door open for me. He winked at me and said, “She isn’t coming back for another two weeks, it does get lonely. Stop by any time, day or night.”

“Of course,” I said and went to the office.

That night in bed I thought about Allen and what he really wanted. Was the stove really broke or did he just want someone there with him? Was he gay or bi and wanted someone to make out with? What would I have done if he tried to seduce me? Run? Or let it happen? I fell asleep with my hand on my semi-hard cock and thought of my uncle.

Allen in his bedroom jerked off to the image of Bruce. After he came in his palm, he sucked it dry thinking about the man’s cock shooting his hot cum into his mouth.

Chapter 2

The next morning while cleaning the laundry room James came in and gave me a sexy wink as he loaded his dirty clothes in a washing machine. I gave him a nod and walked over to the trash can and dumped the contents into the large garbage bag I had with me. As I walked to the door with the trash, I saw in the reflection of the dryer window that James was watching my ass in my tight jeans, I looked at him and said, “Have a nice day, James.”

James still looking my way answered with, “Like I said the other day, don’t be a stranger and stop by some evening for a beer or whatever.” His tongue darted out and licked his lips.

Not wanting to seem easy and enjoying the feeling of being wanted I lowered my voice and said, “Hum… whatever?” I didn’t wait for a response and left the room and ran to the dumpster with the trash.

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That evening after having supper I went for a walk to check out the apartment hallways for anything that may be hazardous for the elder tenants to maneuver around. I turned down the last passageway and saw James standing outside his door dressed in white shorts and a matching tee shirt. With the light shining from his room, I could see the outline of his cock and balls. He wore no underwear. He looked like a Roman god to me. I walked up to him, and he smiled at me and only nodded and held his apartment door open for me to enter. His apartment was like all the others, but I could smell a hint of cinnamon in the cool air.

“Have a seat,” James said and patted the spot next to him on the sofa.

Before sitting down, I closed the apartment door and turned to see he had spread his legs to form a perfect “V”. The head of his cock was poking out of the left leg of his shorts and made my eyes stare at the mushroom head as my mouth watered. I wanted it but I wanted him to work for the blow job. I wanted him to make love to me as if I was a girl, I didn’t want him to think I was a slut that I really am.

I sat down next to him and placed my hands in my lap and said, “Thanks for asking me in.”

“Happy you came by. I do get lonely at times.” Sure, I see all the boys and men visitors you have I said to myself. He continued, “Would you like a beer? I do have a few bottles of red wine.”

I sat facing him and scanned his full chest, “I’d love some wine, never liked the taste of beer.” He got up and walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine and walked to where I was sitting. I kept my eyes on his flat abdomen and watched his cock move from side to side as my own shaft began to get hard. I held back from falling to my knees and pulling his shorts down and sucking his tool.

“No drink for you?” I asked as I took my glass from him.

“Maybe later.” James watched me as I took a sip of the fruity wine. “It’s very good,” I said as I sipped more.

He sat closer to me, and our knees touched. James gently placed his left hand on my right thigh as I drank more wine. I put the glass down on the coffee table and turned to face him and was met with an opened mouth kiss. His tongue probed my mouth and slowly went in and out until I sucked on it and held it between my lips. His hand left my thigh and played with my nipple which became hard. I let out a soft moan each time he squeezed it. I placed a hand behind his neck and pulled him close as our mouths devoured each other’s tongue. My other hand pulled up his shirt so I could feel his chest.

James broke our kiss and pulled off my shirt and pushed me down on the couch. His hot mouth began to suck on my tits and nipples. I tried to reach the beautiful cock in his shorts but only found his flat belly. Somehow, he unbutton my pants and had my cock and balls out. He whispered in my ear he was going to blow me and get me ready to fuck. I pushed away and rolled over to my side.

“I don’t fuck.” I sat him up and reached for his cock. “I only suck cock. I’m not a slut.”

He pulled off his shorts and stood before me with his dick inches from my mouth. I looked up at him and smiled and said, “You’ll love it.”

I held the hard cock in my hand and licked the mushroom head giving it a full lip suck. I spread open his pee hole and put the tip of my tongue in as far as it would go. Not much but enough for James to moan and place his hands on my head. I began to take more and more of his seven inches of hard meat into my cocksucker mouth and after a few dozen bobs took all of it into my throat.

James slowly pushed his cock back and forth into my mouth as he moaned and spoke. “Oh baby, you’re very good. You are a great cocksucker. Do you swallow? Of course, you do my faggot.”

As I sucked his wonderful cock, I inserted a finger into his ass and slid it in and out as I sucked harder on his staff.

“I going to cum,” James said and pushed his member further into my faggot mouth.

The first shot of cum hit the back of my mouth and the next three or four the roof of my throat. I swallowed half as two more shots filled the inside of my mouth. I milked the shaft down to its head and I got more joy juice in my mouth. I removed the shrinking tool from my suck, sat up and smiled at James showing him his cum and swallowed it down.

“Oh fuck, Bruce, you are one sexy fucking faggot. My friends will love you.” He bent down and thrust his tongue into my mouth to try and get some of his own cum.

“Friends? What friends? I’m not a suck toy.” I found my clothes and began to dress. I saw his cock getting hard again.

“Bruce, you have a talent. You can make many older guys very happy and even make some cash.”

“James, what we did is between you and me. I’m not a whore. I like giving head once in a while. I enjoy it.”

“I know you do, that’s why you’re good at it.” He watched as I dressed and played with his cock.

I pulled on my shirt and looked at him and dropped down on my knees and gave him several sucks before standing up and moving to the door. I turned to face him and said, “I’ll think about it. You have a great cock, next time I’ll suck your big balls.”

He stood up and said, “Next week same time. Please?”

I walked out, shut the door and walked around the corner to get to my place and ran into Mr. Allen Banks.

“Oops. Sorry Mr. Banks.” I held on to his shoulders so he wouldn’t fall down.

“I saw what you did to that guy,” Allen said.

“What do you mean, Allen?” I wanted him to say what he saw.

“You fuckin’ know. You gave him a blowjob. He filled your mouth with his cum and you loved it.”

“You’re right.” I said as I put my arm around him and started to walk to my apartment. “How would you like me to give you head?”

He grabbed my ass, smiled and asked. “Can I blow you? Can I fuck your ass?”

I took his hand in mine and gave his cheek a kiss. “Come with me, once I blow you, you’ll leave your wife.” I gave a chuckle and unlocked my apartment door. After shutting it I walked him my bedroom.

Without saying a word, I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants and pulled down his underpants. I took his soft cock in my hand and kissed the head with my wet lips. He moaned as I began to jerk him off to have his love tool grew harder in my hand. I kissed his stomach and licked around his belly button and slowly move down to his right thigh placing kisses on the way. I could feel some per cum at the end of his prick and quickly sucked it into my mouth. He moaned louder as I took more of his six-inch cock into my mouth. As I went down on him my lips felt his full thick bush.

“Oh, baby, you are a great cock sucker.” Allen said placing his hands on my head. “You are one hundred times better than my wife. I want to cum in your cock sucking mouth.”

I lifted my mouth off his fuck stick, “Not yet.” I stood up. “Get your clothes off and get on the bed.” I undressed and laid down next to his body, I sucked on his neck and we frenched kissed before I moved to his nipples and sucked on both. His cock remained steel hard as I sucked on his huge balls. They felt like large chestnuts and tasted like no others that I had since the first boy I blew. I moved back up to his face and licked his lips and whispered to him, “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel my cock in my pussy. I want you to fill my cunt with your cum.” I laid on my back and raised up my hips. “Fuck me like you fuck your wife.”

I reached into my nightstand and found my lube. I poured some on my hand and got my ass hole ready while giving the bottle to Allen.

“Fuck me, Honey, give it to your slut bitch.” I wanted him to remember this fuck for a long time and I needed to get laid as well. I love sucking dick but I wanted to be fucked like a woman too. My uncle will be proud.

Allen mounted me as he would a woman, his wife, in missionary position. We looked into each other’s eyes. Fuck me my stud, I said as he plowed his cock into my man cunt. He drove in fast and hard for all of three minutes until he slowed and pushed his dick in as far as he could. I felt the first burst of cum hit my insides. I started to milk his hard member with my ass lips keeping him in me.

“Oh, my god, baby you’re the best fuck ever,” Allen said as he pulled out of my ass. He then lifted up my hips and sucked the cum out of my ass hole. With cum covered lips and his cum in his mouth he kissed me. I eagerly sucked out his cum. I was in heaven.

Allen looked at me and said, “You are one wonderful fuck.”

He got up from the bed, put on his clothes and went home.