Date: Tue, 09 Apr 2002 07:06:09 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Big Boy's Tools 18

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