It Started with a NO Pt. 01

It started with the word NO.

My name is Bruce, I'm 19 years old, 5 feet 8 inches and 154 pounds. I'm single. Sorry to say I live at home with parents who have a 1950's view on life. I need a job so I can get a place of my own.

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

Laughing my dad Richard said, "You're 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?"

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, 'Westside Retreat'.

*

The next morning, after a short interview, I was the new handyman at a 55-year-old and over complex of thirty apartment units. I also was offered an apartment 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 five dollar decrease in pay. Any major repairs that were needed will be handled by professionals like an electrician or plumber.

After the second week I was there I met just about everyone living in the complex. Living there I had use of the common room used for small gatherings. Bingo games every Friday night, Thursday night card playing and watching the large screen television for football games. Of the thirty units twenty-two were filled by married couples. The eight remaining were single males.

James, at sixty-six years old was a talkative good-looking man at six feet tall and about two hundred pounds. He hung around the common area often at night and sometimes had one or two of his friends over to his apartment for a visit, all male. Every time we would see each other, he would say, "Bruce, I'm in unit 19. Come on over anytime. Have a beer or something." He always winked after the word something.

*

Sally, the office manager 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, the Banks apartment in number 21 has a problem with the stove. One burner is not working." She handed me the work order. "Mrs. Banks is visiting her sick sister, and her husband may have screwed up stove or doesn't know how to use it."

"Not a problem. I got it covered." I got my 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 in shape guy closed the door after I entered the home.

"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, one of the top burners doesn't get hot like the others." We walking through the well-furnished living room to the kitchen.

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 that surprised me. I did watch porn on the internet and got hadrons watching the girls suck cock wishing I were getting that blow job but not from seeing a naked guy.

He moved closer to me and the stove while pointing to the rear burner. "That one doesn't get hot." He looked at me and smiling 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 on high and waited for it to get red hot, which didn't.

"Mr. Banks, did you move anything while cleaning the stove? Maybe fool around with the burners?"

"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." His robe opened more, showing must of his upper leg.

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?" My dick got harder seeing the robe opened more and his bare thigh was only inches away from my body. I never had thoughts of fooling around with a guy. But Allan had some weird effect on me or not having been with a chick for over ten months had something to do with it. Right now, he looked sexy to me. I think he was making a play for me. Was he just horny because his wife was gone or did, he like cock too?

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

"I'll show you if you come up here."

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 two male plugs made contact. That's 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 prongs. "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 don't know why. I never had feelings for a male before and only once or twice with a girl. We both stood up and looked at each other. He gave me a little smile as I reached to pick up 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 completely untied as he sat down on a kitchen chair facing me while I stood at the kitchen counter. I noticed his legs parted forming a 'v' showing both of his hairless but shapely thighs. I got harder and wanted to see more.

"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 crotch I said, "I'm pretty much a loner." I tried to cover the bulge in my pants.

"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 rub slowly up and down his left thigh as he seemed to stare at my crotch. Getting brave to see where this would go, I asked, "How long is your wife going to be gone? You must be 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 television and the DVD's I have." 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. Some hot porn. This is the closest I get to sex. Haven't had any from my wife in years. Not even a blow job." 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.

"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.

Allen in his bedroom jerked off to the image of Bruce. After he came in his palm, he sucked it dry thinking about drinking the man's cock as it shot in his mouth.

Chapter 2

The next morning while cleaning the laundry room James from apartment 19 came in and gave me a sexy wink as he loaded his dirty clothes into a washing machine. I gave him a nod and walked over to the trash can and dumped the contents into the large trash bag I had with me. As I walked to the door with the trash, I saw that James was watching my ass in my tight jeans, so 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. Apartment 19." His tongue darted out and licked his upper lip.

Not 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.

*

After work a few days later, I went to my favorite café that serves the best meatloaf dinner in town and a whole lot better than mine. I noticed a man about thirty-five sitting alone at the counter. He saw me and the name of the apartment complex, Westside Retreat', on my shirt and gave me a big smile when I sat down.

"You work at Westside?" The handsome man asked.

"Yes, I've been there a few months. Why? Do you have a relative living there?"

"My name is Jack." He put out his hand as if to shake mine and continued, "you must be Bruce, the repairman."

Shocked I shook hands and said, "Yes and how did you know?"

"Let's move to a booth, more private, and I'll tell you."

Walking to a booth I couldn't help but to eye his body. Six foot two hundred pounds of what looked like sexy muscle hid by clothes. Fuck, I must be horny.

While having dinner he explained he was a good friend of James and heard about the hot new guy, Bruce, working there.

"To make a long story short," Jack said, "James is gay, and I am one of his gay friends, he has offered me five hundred dollars to convince you to join him as a gay friend."

"Jack I'm not gay. Never have been with a guy." I finished my meatloaf and ordered a coffee.

"Not even with that guy Allan last week?"

"No."

"Look, it's like this, I'll give you half of the five hundred," he said. "Just let him give you a blow job. You may like it." He put his hand on my thigh. "You'll only shoot a load and make some money." He rubbed my inner thigh. I was getting hard. Could I let a guy suck me.

I looked at Jack and asked, "Are you gay too or do you just get a blow job from James?" I looked into his eyes and wondered if I was gay also. Never had a girl or boy. Maybe I needed to find out.

Jack sat closer to me with his hand now feeling my swollen cock. "I am gay. James taught me how wonderful it is to make love to a male. I'll be there with you so there is no need to be afraid. You'll love his mouth on your body."

"Will I have to suck him or even you?" My mind wanted to hear---Yes.

"Only if you want too."

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It was midnight when I got my clothes on. In a matter of five hours, I sucked two hard cocks, two times each, fucked James once and got fucked twice by him and got four blow jobs. I learned to love the taste of cum and told I was a fast learner. James has a great cock, and Jack is a gentle man who helped me enter this wonderful world of men. I didn't take the two fifty.

Jack got transferred so I replaced him as a regular with James. It didn't take me long to have Allan visit my apartment and make love for hours. Allen and James are now good fuck buddies.